Crush

You were hot air
That I so badly wanted
To be a refreshing breeze.
You were the unneeded patriarch
Who kept me tied in knots
With the beautiful words you wrote.
And in a haste
I threw it all away.
Because in a days time
You butchered my pipe-dream.
The exact same ideal
You planted in my head.
Wisdom and wounds
Were cultivated
And molded.
And though
I blame my wishful thinking
It was you who shipped me abroad.
It was you that left me sinking.
Like a moth to a flame
I was an addict unashamed.