Offering Love to a Psychopath

The problem with being a romantic idealist and being in love with Love, is that you can never distinguish between the real thing and a mere infatuation. When you gift love letters and romantic poetry to your latest object of affection without bothering to get to know the real him, you often set the stage in your life for epic rejection and disappointment.

Have you ever been in a situation where your affection for someone was overflowing and been so close to having your emotions reciprocated, only to realize the whole thing was one BIG farce? Where you've called them up not once but thrice, hoping to receive atleast a single call back from them, but it never came. Where you've given them your very own handwritten love poem, only to have to wait forever for a response. A simple smile or a brief glance  never took too much of anyone's time. It makes me only feel like I've fallen in love with a psychopath who uses his charm and deceit to flirt with every woman in the universe. He never cares genuinely for anyone but himself and uses the attention he gets from women only as a means of boosting his ego. I hope my poem had the reverse effect on him and screws up every damn thing in his life from now on. Never have I given so much to a single person to just have it thrown back in my face, so unceremoniously. He's just one of the many dicks I've fallen for and intend to fall out of love with as soon as possible. I can only comfort myself by knowing that things eventually do get better for victims of the Night once the sun rises, making the world a brighter and clearer place.