Apate is my sight

illusion, it creates

a force to see the unreal

his eyes tell me he loves me

Apate is my mind

a deceit to my soul

a whisper to believe the unreasonable

he cares about me, only me

Apate is my sense

Composing an enigma I wish not to escape

A magic that arouses me

His touch, oh like we’re meant to be

Apate is my heart

What a trick I fall for

I’m falling deep into an abyss

He is now someone else’s

Originally published at thecommonanomaly.wordpress.com on January 29, 2016.

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