Self inflected
Am I really the only one to blame?
Life is short yet, it is so long.
So many things happen
So many people change
Who we are now, isn't the person we will be years form now
So how can this pain be self inflicted only because I am the only one who realizes it?
In a way I am a cruel person
Not in the common way
But in the way that I can so easily catch dreams out of the sky and rip them to shreds.
That is what people fear the most isn't it?
People dream so high and protect that dream with a cage of lies just to feel safe.
I was cruel, every dream he had I batted it out of the air.
But how is it my fault he dreamed?
I begged and pleaded to him not to see me as this to good to be true thing.
Yet he did anyway
Blind
He was blind, never saw a flaw or a mistake,
only unrealistic beauty.
This is rather silly isn't it?
In my long short life that I am blessed with,
I sit here dwelling on a first so called love.
This choice was not self inflected
It was logically chosen
In this life people come and go.
The going is the hardest
but we just have to wait for the one who is coming.
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