When Beauty Is Synonymous With Pain

So Blind

12/10/2021

How could we
Have ever thought
We'd amount to anything?

How could you
Ever have thought
You'd play a supporting role
In my future?

You were the final ingredient
Required to completely destroy me,
Making me sick the more of
You I had.

You were smothering me.
You were killing me.
Why the hell was I so blind?

The snow should have taken my vision
Instead it gave me sight-
Hindsight, foresight,
Told me we were never right-
Oh,

Why the hell was I so blind?