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In the Blind's Defense
“You love him so much, you're too blind to see He's only playing a game He's never loved you, he never will And darling, don't you know he' ll never change?” Elvis Presley - It Hurts Me I do not expect you to love him as I do, Seeing from the outside as you should With a fresh mind, clear from the lies, Logic dominating what you see as senselessness I am pained by every weakness you recite Against his fragile, inelastic soul, How painful it should be to take away his control Over the last thing he claims as his: I You rest assured I will be broken in the end True might it be, cease not to wait in worry I break in the talons fully aware of his ire, His need to devour this swaying flower I can hear the cynical thoughts already, Stretching for the race to my heart, Comforting me in coos, Dreading the moment I turn to fools Your eager heart comforts me little as I replenish This space I request is lost in your lectures Your eyes that have once burned with anger, Are relieved with validation of your foreshadows Do not rest your hands on my back, As I crumple over, my eyes trailing his departure Do not comfort me with those “I-told-you-so” touches I know it—I have always, And with your logic, You cannot even dream to comprehend The true density of this reality
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