to the seductress,
just as dreamers do not know they are dreaming but carry yet the vaguest sense of something being illusory, so it was that i only had the subtlest sense that i was the dreamer because nothing of this love affair was real except the touches and sleepless nights in each others arms as you slumbered and i silently and motionlessly kept vigil. and like the dreamer, i gradually stirred and awoke to the truth and to the reality. the dream ended and only then could i clearly see what i knew deep in my heart, locked away, that your words and your declarations, your emotions and affections were nothing but haphazardly woven lies clear to anyone not under the sway of the dreamlike spell. so here i am, awake and sober. in truth, i expected no less until my heart felt the faintest tug when hooked on one of the many lies. and that’s all it took to hook me onto you until suddenly and abruptly the dream ended. the girl who appeared in my dreams vanished. i was as alone as i was in the end just as i was alone from the beginning and even before i was exposed to your false charms.
- your [not so] hapless victim
