Blind


I don't see him anymore. Too long I've spent locked up in my head, taunted by memories of dashed chances and broken promises. I've blanked him out to try and let time heal the fracture in my heart. It doesn't help, just increases this huge sense of loneliness I've been carrying around.

He doesn't see me anymore. Too soon my time was up; he cast me aside and moved on to the next idiot ready to fall for his wonderful lies. He's blanked me out to try and forget the things he whispered when we were alone. It doesn't hurt to be blind, his heart was never in this at all.



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