air brushed love

I have fallen for the glossy photo,
the air brushed face,
the doctored
images of someone
I thought was real.
I have fallen
fast
for wild sex. for kissing, for affection,
for love
imagined, for lips and legs,
for women that were never real.
sweet notes,
gifts upon gifts,
the written word, all fraudulent,
that were swallowed
fast and hard.
a perpetual moth to the flame.
I have been duped by women, over
and over again. not sticking to my
gut, my morals, my spiritual leanings.
I've let the human side of me,
derail
and set my house on fire.
i have found hell on earth with what
i thought was love.
who are these people?
what lessons are there that i need
to learn,
how much more is there to know,
to avoid these traps
that I've fallen in.