I love blind. I do it because I just want to be happy. But now I know why I love blind and it's because he covers my eyes with the sweetest of lies. While he plays with his main thing. I know how he is. But I still choose to mess with him until I wake up. I wake up in pure hate and disgust of myself. I told him no more, and he turned on me, just like I knew he would. I expected it all. I knew the love wasn't true. It wasn't real. Now I feel clean and happy. I feel clean because, I'm free of something that should've been done a long time ago.
