Disillusionment

Why do I keep turning you into something that you're not. You aren't perfect. This pedestal that I've put you on is one that I am tearing down. I can't keep living with this romanticized version of you plaguing my mind. Get out of my head. You aren't as special as i dreamed you to be. I gotta get my head out of the clouds and back onto the market. I can't count on you more than any other thing that breathes. You aren't so special after all. Not mister right, but mister right now. It will work until it doesn't. I am making a vow for no more pedestals.