The Two-Hundred Dollar Realization

I spent two-hundred dollars on a realization.
Petty, considering some spend many times more just to know the time.
We were a match made in heaven, sent to hell,
It was a beauty unsurpassed,
And a curse, eternal.

My eyes are dust.
And I must remove my glasses,
Yet without them I cannot see you.
Frustration, like a murderer with a gun in his mouth,
I'm appalled at myself,
For wanting you so ravenously.

I read romances for the sex scenes,
So unrealistic.