The Blind Man Who Will Never See Me

I listen to the words to your music. Their cold and harsh. Maybe I can get
through to you this way. This is not my style of writing. This is like hurt and anger to me. I am about love and happiness, which is how I feel about you....love and happiness!!!


When I met you, I willingly tore off my flesh for you. Revealing all that was inside of me. I waited for you to climb into me, and be as one, but you had to run. Each day I sewed little piece of myself back together, but I never found my heart. Before I could finish you appeared again, and I let you back in. When you looked into my eyes, I saw my heart again. You opened yourself up to me, and for a while, you showed me what it would be for you to love me. You cried for me, were those tears fake? I stood before you with my love to for sake. I'm naked in the rain, waiting for you to let me stay, but you left me once again in dismay. You sucked out my soul, and spit it back in my face, and now your memories I try to erase. Not a day goes by that I don't ask myself  "who is this man with such power over me"? No more mourning the living, the blind man, who never could see what an amazing woman as me. I fight the wounds that leave scars on my soul, and the haunting memories of my heart you stole. I've been through to much in my life to be destroyed now. I can only hope you see what you set free, and are haunted with memories of me. So when you do the autopsy of this broken heart, remember it was always and forever your fault.


I LOVE YOU!!!

Lisa