Faker

You’re not real, you’re fake
And as real to me as plastic…
Or Prospect Park Lake.
If I can see this,
And admit it’s true,
Why can’t I gather the courage
To tell you we’re through?

Is it that I like the idea of you,
And not you for yourself?
But what is the real you, anyway?
Forgotten on a shelf
A tangled ball of emotions
That only you can untangle
But would you untangle them for me?
Don’t you realize they are mangled?
Or do you know you have emotions at all?

Maybe you don’t
By the way you speak to me,
The way you manipulate me
The way you cast me aside
I can see
That you don’t.

What will I do with you?
Should I cast you aside?
Should I run and hide?
Should I abandon all hope of
Us being “us”?
Or, were we caught up in the moment
And all I’m feeling is lust?