Lovers' Cliche Poem by Kayte Stacy

I never liked your illusions,
At least the ones' that I could see.
Now I have these addictions,
to visions of what we could be.
I thought you'd always be true,
Never so unkind,
I always thought we'd see it through,
But I guess that I was blind.
And now I've given my heart away,
I won't ask for it back,
You just a sad lovers' cliche
Who's turned my world black.
So you can keep my aching heart,
That beats so needlessly,
So you may notice that when we're apart,
It waits for you anxiously.