delusional

No sensitivity or heart felt care
drop me, watch me tumble down the spiraling stairs.
No stairway to heaven or up we go,
stamp on my vulnerable, perpetual, weeping rose;
that once felt you loved me so.
Unchained melody; holding tight, glare into the spark of our blossoming heart.
Laughter of piercing notes we fail to hit, yet we never fail to give it a miss.
Run off with the chosen girl, i'm clearly just the over thrown- very last choice for the only girl, who truly loved me. Yes you loved me, yet I couldn't reciprocate. Now the times come to eliminate.
All this love but not enough. There is no love if there is no trust.
Have a think why, well you should know.
Nothing gets through to the delusional.