Loving the idea.

Love is a lie,  
Some like the idea,  
Others like the feeling,
Trapped in the idea of the lie,  
Stressing and blessing about the idea of love,  
I know the pain is deep, but the feelings are real, lost in between the two,  
 
I started talking the other day, some points where made, love is just Imaginary, the idea of the thought but not really knowing why, lost in between what’s real, and fake. I know something has to change, the way it is it can’t be always arguing and fighting throughout the days, yea we say it will never change as far as our love so to say. So why do you love me?  
 
Tossing and turning as the night ends, waking up in a daze. Thinking I seen the same as before mentally attached as we just sat and talked. Loving the idea of the thought but knowing it won’t be and confused with the old me in what I was looking for,  but I only found it in a dream.