Borrowed Love

Borrowed love,
Love for a time,
Is like a false promise

that was never mine

The heart believes to be in possession of something that never existed

No possession, only a purchase for the price of false memories

At first so sweet and then at the end bitter spectacle of an never existing truth

Forgive the poor fool who thought otherwise
Nested in everlasting hope of all-possessing (poignant) love. Deceived by the mirages of fairy tales from early childhood days.
Poor fool, beware! The price of these false memories, because they could produce a reality

A reality like in the fairy tale,

which springs from the fantasy,

but not yet every child knows that.

And caution is required for these false memories: they could tighten to a spider’s web from hopes, in which we remain caught, always further spinning and which, then nevertheless never the truth of the felt expresses.

No, it is more like a reality full of hopes.

Because: He who hopes is never completely sure. But the one who has something to hope for, a goal that seems like a dream. So the false memories become hopes and finally an endless dream if one does not put an end to.
So there remains only the fall, a falling, in order to wake up

finally.