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The Blind Eyes Opened

Contributed by solmyr1404 on Tuesday, 7th June 2005 @ 01:19:34 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Maybe it's like they say,
Love is blind.
It evidently is in my case.
I couldn't see the obvious,
Until the hurt
Was thoroughly rubbed in.
I fell in love with you,
And thought you loved me too.
But you used me.
Why didn't I see it before?
You kept asking me
To have your friend over to talk.
You always wanted to spend time
With him,
But none with me,
Your boyfriend at the time,
Even though he didn't want to talk to you.
Your friend and his family
Were evicted,
Then just a day or two later,
You broke up with me.
Maybe coincidence,
But seems kind of suspicious to me, but okay.
As soon as he left,
Moved to another state,
You apparently wanted nothing to do with me.
Now, two months later,
I've opened my eyes,
With help from others.
I have no proof,
But all evidence leads to assumptions
That you played me for a fool,
That I was just convenience.
I'd love to know,
But then again,
I don't want to.
I'm afraid to know if I'm right,
But I'm curious to know.
I want to be wrong,
But I don't want to be lied to.
I don't know if I COULD ever take you back,
Because this makes it hard for me
To trust you,
And I'm tired of being hurt,
And scared I'll end up hurt worse,
Because I do love you.

Copyright © solmyr1404 ... [ 2005-06-07 13:19:34]
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Re: The Blind Eyes Opened (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th April 2006 @ 04:17:11 PM AEST
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this is an open write, very expressive, but i got a little confused when you started discussing the events that happened, you might want to be more specific. the ending is great though, very unexpected

And scared I'll end up hurt worse,
Because I do love you.

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