Like Oil and Water.

I don't wish to look at you.
Too painful.
I don't want to think of you.
Too sentimental.
Romantic lies and harsh reality;
They separate like oil and water.
Quixotic wishes and idyllic thoughts
Linger like cheap perfume.
I thought you were wonderful;
Dark and beautiful, like a raven.
But I'm a faerie. I'm not a bird.
Too stupid to separate love from the music I heard.