i realized that i could see perfectly.
i realized i could see every inch
of everything in the room.
i realized i could see every detail of your hair
enough so that i could paint it
almost scarily accurate.
and i don't know
maybe i'm wrong
but supernatural things
do happen at the witching hour.
you see,
i saw everything in such extraordinary detail,
yet i was not wearing my glasses.
but i don't know.
maybe i'm wrong.
but i don't know.
maybe i'm wrong.
maybe i didn't see your heart so crystal clear
as i thought i did
no, i'm sorry.
i didn't.
i'm sorry.
you didn't like me.
you didn't like me.
you didn't love me.
i don't know how you could
would
should
did.
