Aberration

The search for intimacy
started with you.
I tried to believe
that what your eyes reflected
back at me
was something good. 
Something worth 
all the attention 
you put in. 
You convinced me
that the way
i feel about myself
is the only time
anybody hated me.
For a while, 
you made it seem
like everything
would work out.
But then
I started to think.
And I started to doubt.
And everything fell back into place.
I realized that 
none of it was real.
Frankenstein never had
any love
for his monster,
and neither could you.
Real people
aren't supposed to love
something
so tormented.