Fool’s Gold

Window shopping for love until cupid shot me in the arm
A preconceived breath of fresh air; infatuated by its charm
Floored by its presence; wanted to investigate
Too nervous in approach and too scared to initiate
Months after chasing and finally pursuing the ghost
I became the parasite and my new found friend; the host
Spell casted begins to wear off with misery rearing its ugly head striving my head above water; should I continue to tolerate or be dead?
dreams shattered for tempting fate
dwelling on the wouldas,
shouldas, and couldas but it was too late
Invested all my eggs into one basket
but will only receive flowers when I am in the casket
Glanced up into the sky wondering why,
Not being to myself by harboring an eternal lie