scribbles # 19

Sometimes I think, I have been so blind, to not be able to see how you have changed. I am so blind, that I still think you are beside me; when the truth is, you are a thousand miles away from me.

Sometimes I think, you are blind too: to not be able to see how wet my pillow is. My heart is broken beyond repair, how could you not see the blood on my chest?

I hear they say love is blind, and we are blind when we are in love. I just didn't think this kind of blindness will occur, I was expecting another kind of blindness.