Perhaps, Delusional

Sometimes, I hate how haunted I am by you

There's a poem of your love confessing straight to my face

But no,

the poet's not you,

for the hundredth times, it's not you

Is this what they called delusional?

I swear,

you have carved your words even through the poets from hundred years ago

And I am haunted

Perhaps, 

Delusional,

Tell me

Or I will always believe,

that lie they put in my head,

That turns you and me to a beautiful tragic story

And perhaps, delusional is the heavenly path

The only choice to escape

that one tragic fate

Tell me

or

just leave me guessing 

how delusional I could be

Then we'll know 

which path is true heavenly