Unreal

An overwhelming sadness,
A lurching madness,
Can I really pick and choose,
I love you and I hate you.

What heart wants,
To make a small jaunt,
To get near you,
And get to cheer you.

But your moods whimsical,
Demand all nonsensical,
Which means much to you,
But I fail to see through.

Further stand-off it creates,
Which our ego aggravates,
Obvious choice to break or bend,
None is ready to make amend.

My selfish way,
Makes me say,
I apologise to you again,
Which I don't really mean.

As an honest man though,
I make you understand so,
This will happen twice,
I'll hurt you and make nice.

Take that for which you can pay,
Choose to stay or move away,
Anyway it won't matter in long run,
We are, but figment of my imagination.