04-26-2015, 10:39 AM
I loved you,
but not really.
I loved you
Like a blind man loves light,
attached to the misunderstood idea.
Because he does not know that light can be horrible-
flashing, red
blue
white
red
as you wait up for a child or a lover,
light can be under a bathroom door after a meal, the color of worry,
or light can be flashing off a blade in your hand, the sharp white of desperation.
I loved you
as you deserved,
wary of the hurt you would cause.
but not really.
I loved you
Like a blind man loves light,
attached to the misunderstood idea.
Because he does not know that light can be horrible-
flashing, red
blue
white
red
as you wait up for a child or a lover,
light can be under a bathroom door after a meal, the color of worry,
or light can be flashing off a blade in your hand, the sharp white of desperation.
I loved you
as you deserved,
wary of the hurt you would cause.
Sometimes I feel like writing poetry and sometimes I watch Netflix. No judging.