I have pulled off the greatest magic trick.
The creation of a grand illusion
The image of a perfect person I could not replace.
And when the bird finally fell to the ground
Revealing itself to be as it actually was
And I a fraud and a fool.
The audience of only myself
Completely enraged they had fallen for
Something and someone so flawed.
But that was not your fault.
How could I be angry that you are not what I created in my mind?
How could I ask for a refund?
To change time and forget about the pain that I myself inflicted?
I have to live with the fact that magic isn't real.
And neither are you.