askewed view do I truly love you?

Do we truly Love

or is it just a fantasy?
an Ideal
that doesn’t match reality
and we get frustrated
we fight
we hurt
we cry
we want the you over there
to match who made up in here
does that person exist?
can we love them as they are
and as they aren’t?
can we see them big enough
to pull them into more
do they become our chore?
do they want to be the person that we see?
do we really love them
just as they be
or is the person we say we love
a desired apparition
that we chase
an expectation
unfulfilled
a lust our ego created
a lost we’ll never know
something we must let go

Do we really love people in reality?
or are we caught up
in our ego’s illusion?
the view that blinds who we see
when they don’t match our image
who we created them to be
the person in our minds
our visions
our desires
our thoughts
our delusion
that leads to disillusion
pain
frustration
hurt
the love lost
and a question
was that love ever really there?

and perhaps we can let go
thank them for allowing us to grow
let them be
love them be
tell our ego no
fulfill on possibility
be true to love
let go of the have to
the must
the fix
the change
truly begin to trust
build together
create again
be a friend
learn to love ourself
letting go of what’s not so
letting go of ego
perfectly loving
imperfect people
in every new moment
discovering again
who’s over there?
and do I care?
does it matter from my view
as it’s nothing to do
with loving you

Caught up in fantasies
that aren’t really there
tearing through
the desires we know
the illusions we harbor
the apetite unmet
the unfilled order
the molding of another
the wanting
with no road
no map
it’s certainly a trap
one our ego lays
and tells us is love
fools us in to believing
something so deceiving
I want you to be for me
not for you
change
now and forever
yet you’ll never know
who I need for you to be
for it’s not truly love
yet this we cannot see
we bumble about
more screams
more shouts
a twinkle here
a glimmer there
so we just hold on
and hope
today you will be
the person I need for me
not who you truly are
not who you could be
for this love
is to feed me
my desires
my wants
my needs
this love is an illusion
filled with disillusion
colored by me
not reality
so was this love
ever really truly love at all

when love is lost
are we sad for who’s gone?
or are we mad for being wrong?
please be the you I made up
the you that makes me right
please don’t be who you truly are
for that’s too much for me
I’m left to question
my view
what’s true
where else could I be wrong
where else must I let go?
I’m scared:
don’t you know?
can’t you understand
be the one I made you out to be
please oh please
live up to the you I’ve deluded you to be