What is...?

How can you call something "love,"
Knowing that it is nothing more than an illusion,
Knowing that you are merely building a sand castle,
Knowing that in the end nothing lasts forever?

How can you live in an illusion,
Knowing that it will hurt you in the end,
Knowing that you are living lies,
Knowing that nothing will come out of it?

How can you say "I love you,"
Knowing that you did not mean any word,
Knowing that you said it because you thought it would make me happy,
Knowing that you yearn for something else?

How can you say "I am in a relationship,"
Knowing that your heart is not in it,
Knowing that your feelings are not mutual,
Knowing that your motive merely materials?

How can you say "I miss you,"
Knowing that it is not the truth,
Knowing that it is only superficial,
Knowing that it is directed to someone in your dream but me?

How can you say all that without fear?
How can you look into my eyes and say all those empty words?
How can you let me live in illusion, encaged and imprisoned?
How can you do that to a human being?

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Love...?