I can't see outside
The thick lenses of my glasses
Clouded by the stupid heat
Of my stupid tears
Over a stupid boy.

You said you loved me
So why'd you leave me all alone?
And now I'm crying and writing
Words that dont even make sense.
I cant even call it a poem.

You inspired me.
Or did you really?
Maybe what inspired me was just
The idea of you; maybe it was just...
Who I wanted you to be.

But now I see you
And I see you clearly.