I was blind.

Blinded by the magic in your dimples.

Blinded by the kindness in your eyes.

Blinded by the beauty in your heart.

Blinded by how perfect you were.

My vision could not see past the illusion that happened to be human.

Heartache and misery.

Is that not what happens when you are blind?

I did not see past you.

I did not see the reality.


Everything you told me was a lie.

I rip your letters into two.

For, we are separate now.

Two, not connected in any way.

The pain you caused me is unforgivable.

And now?

Now, my heart bleeds between these lines.