Broken

I like you and you don’t see that

I love you and you don’t see that

I care for you and you don’t see that

You’re blind while I see

You’re deaf while I hear

You’re living while I’m dead

If you’re living why can’t you feel? Feel all the small things that made my love for you soo big

If only you had seen all those little hints

The little hints that made me hurt soo much every time you ignored them – ignored me

You showed your bare back to me as you walked through the door

Not even glancing at me

Why did you made me love you?

Why did you made me feel like you could have loved me?

If you hadn’t gave me false hope, then I wouldn’t be feeling like this – broken

Broken maybe even since the first day I met you

As of today, I know you’ve made me feel broken, even shattered

But I, myself, have been blind and deaf all these past four years

This poem is about: 
Me

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