blinded

50

for him,

maybe i was

the blind one

all along

because all the loose threads

dont seem to tie up

and isnt that what true love is

supposed to do?

yet i cant believe

how easy it was

for you to rip me into

fragile shreds,

that could only be glued back together

when you offer your affection,

which in my soul

i know is never.

i hate to see you struggle

over trying not to break

an insignificant heart

but everything is getting darker

as it all dawns on me

all at once

that you're destined to be

out of reach.

so why dont you just

go

and leave me behind,

the memory of my words

a souvenir,

while i try to pretend

i don't love you

when i do.

i really do.