My reluctance to put down a word

When previously of you one was seldom heard

Explains the faith with which I stitch dreams

Together so tightly

Until reality pulls out the seams.

In hoping so much and still being a realist,

I shoot down the dreams of your average idealist.

I consider the future and what it could

Bring forth to me,

But I act so selfishly, and because of this

My recompense is charity.

The truth is that what I've given

I still want as my own.

I suppose you two together

Is better than the three of us alone.

If he knew I still cared,

If what I arranged didn't cause such confusion,

Maybe he'd see past my petty games

And I can continue to believe my delusion.

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