Blindness curses you
and you are unaware.
You believe that your sight
is clear.
You can always see,
you always know,
and yet you stumble
through conversations burdened
by the things I have hidden.
My body tenses at your touch,
my eyes quiver at your words,
and it goes unnoticed.
Unnoticed by you,
who sees everything.
I want to laugh at
your blindness
to the pain and sorrow
that is exhausting me.
You don't see
that our friendship
was holding me together.
You, the king of observation!
You do not see
that as you draw away
I am fading
into nothingness.