The zapper strikes again

Last night I was exhausted. I mean I couldn't even roll over in bed, I was so tired. The problenm was I couldn't really fall asleep. See, here I was, thinking of you. How I use to look up to you and, you always made me feel like I was important. But did you really? I mean I look back to things I use to go ga-ga over about you, and now I wonder; why? You never told me I was beautiful, so why did I always think that's what you thought? You never starred longing into my eyes, so why was that the main feature in my poetry? Why do you have this magnetism that draws me to you? It's like your the all mighty bug zapper, and I am the hopeless fly being directed into your light. So why do you want to zap me so bad? It's like you knew how I felt, so why did you keep me thinking we had something? Why did you lure me to you, only to be zapped by your actions.
When I heard how you hurt me, I was frantic. I cried, I screamed, I fought. I was stuck in a frenzy that I couldn't escape. Because I tied everything to you before, and now even these chocolate chip cookies I'm baking at work remind me of you.
Then I slept. My mind untangled knots in my brain, that consciously I couldn't even touch. It sorted it all out for me, and placed band-aids on the wounds.
Now I look back and smile. Why did I waste my time?
The right guy for me, will not have made up features; and the fairytale I write about after a warm fall evening of bliss, will be true.