My love may be blind,
but my eyes have never failed me.
You placed a gloved hand over my eyes,
Telling me “our love is undying.”
That my stubborn personality lit a new flame
Inside your heart daily.
You expressed your love for me,
In songs you found on the internet.
Then I began to see cracks
Between your fingers.
Seeing the way your smile would falter,
As would the way you would look at me.
The way our eyes would meet.
Like we saw stars that had yet to be discovered.
I remember the day
You began to remove singular fingers.
You began to tell me
That my stubbornness,
Is annoying.
That the songs you had found on the internet,
No longer applied.
I think that was the day you removed your hands completely.
And told me our love was dead.
The line,
Til death do us part
Applies.
Because we may not have died,
But the love between us had.
That was also the day,
I realized I had won that stupid game of,
I love you more.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
My love may be blind,
but my eyes have never failed me.
You placed a gloved hand over my eyes,
Telling me “our love is undying.”
That my stubborn personality lit a new flame
Inside your heart daily.
You expressed your love for me,
In songs you found on the internet.
Then I began to see cracks
Between your fingers.
Seeing the way your smile would falter,
As would the way you would look at me.
The way our eyes would meet.
Like we saw stars that had yet to be discovered.
I remember the day
You began to remove singular fingers.
You began to tell me
That my stubbornness,
Is annoying.
That the songs you had found on the internet,
No longer applied.
I think that was the day you removed your hands completely.
And told me our love was dead.
The line,
Til death do us part
Applies.
Because we may not have died,
But the love between us had.
That was also the day,
I realized I had won that stupid game of,
I love you more.
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