Their honey glow surrounds my vision,
Creating rosey glints on the gloomiest of days.
They encompass and envelop my thoughts,
The mist a constant simmer resulting in hazy versions of reality.
I need to break their spell,
But I seem bound to them whenever I remember you.
We had good times and bad times like everyone does.
But I seem eternally stricken to the notion that I am wholly responsible for our downfall.
I have placed you on a pedestal upon which you do not belong.
You broke my heart, maybe in spite of my broken trust,
But my wounds will always be deeper than yours.
And as I fight to mend my resolve,
Cracks begin to appear; my rose-tinted glasses are wearing thin.
You were once my everything,
But my vision is clearer now
And I rebuke your illusion.
You will never have my heart again.
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