Poetry

I Know

His eyes are black, and he slyly deceives me.
To him, what I do not know can not hurt me.
The thunder rolls when he is near.
I still care, even though he has hurt me.
And he is gone again, but I miss him.
I am a fool, an imbecile, a stupid young girl.
I know.
Change is something he will never do.
I know.
But for some reason, I always think he will.
I am blinded by his lies, by the way I feel about him,
And it makes me stupid.
I know.