How could I be so stupid,
So ******* stupid,
That I couldn’t see the
Emptiness
In your eyes.
Was I blinded
By the fullness in mine?
Or did I simply spend
One too many hours
One too many days
One too many months
Hoping you were still the person
That used to
See me,
Before passion could
Be imagined,
Before love
Was optional.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
How could I be so stupid,
So ******* stupid,
That I couldn’t see the
Emptiness
In your eyes.
Was I blinded
By the fullness in mine?
Or did I simply spend
One too many hours
One too many days
One too many months
Hoping you were still the person
That used to
See me,
Before passion could
Be imagined,
Before love
Was optional.
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