Love is vulnerable.
you extend yourself into
someone else
hoping
wishing
I look to you as you used to look
at me until
I have to stare at myself
and realize
I never let you see
those before you
Nor did you let me see
Ones before I
Maybe you shouldn't lie.
My walls were up around me
and covered with mirrors.
and your lies were arrows dipped in ink
splotching what I wanted to see in
myself.
I open up a crack
only to be hit
and hit in the eye
I closed the crack up
only to be blind
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
Love is vulnerable.
you extend yourself into
someone else
hoping
wishing
I look to you as you used to look
at me until
I have to stare at myself
and realize
I never let you see
those before you
Nor did you let me see
Ones before I
Maybe you shouldn't lie.
My walls were up around me
and covered with mirrors.
and your lies were arrows dipped in ink
splotching what I wanted to see in
myself.
I open up a crack
only to be hit
and hit in the eye
I closed the crack up
only to be blind
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