With a startling lack of reflection
I thought every word you said
To be true
I imagined every feigned promise
And cheerfully inspired fantasy
To be possible
I can look back and laugh
Though bitterly it seems
At my eager exchange of doubt
For credulity
And encumbered by those potentials
I manufactured in my head
I never once considered
With morbid rationality
All your specious words
I wanted to believe
That each endearing caress
Was mine and mine alone
And never once repeated
Exclusively for me
But nothing's ever so possessed
And held so still for long
Though I would have held my breath
But once again analysis
Inevitably led me
To be cynically aware
Of all the misguided intuitions
I let carry me
To a torpid state of
Unsympathy