Warped up dreams and reality

Warped up dreams and reality,
I lie in bed in agony.
Or wait, is this the fabled ecstasy?
I must decide what to tell my mind,
For that is, my truth.
And my truth is enough,
In this life of
Warped up dreams and reality.
I loved him,
Or was he merely passing by?
Fatuous mind, he probably called mine,
Or did he see me
And love me too?
What truth do I tell myself,
Should I call it love
And not dismiss it?
Or is the pedestal too high
For something which was quick to die.
Nay, there was magic alright,
In the moments between us,
As we sat and puffed out smoke
And breathed in the moments
Of life trickling by.
Yes, there was magic alright.
Time stood still,
I reached out and held his hand
Thought about his slight shiver
The next day.
Yes, there was magic alright.
I shall never know what he felt
What truth he told himself,
Never mind,
There was magic alright.
In my warped up dream and reality,
I shall once again lose myself
In the agony and ecstasy
And reminisce about the magic
Which may have lasted for a while
But made it all the more infinite.