there are times
when I see you
like the person
I perceived you to be
never believing
that you could be
so damn deceiving
your mind is open
but your eyes are closed
and it comes to no suprise
that you are blind to the truth
that I see through your lies
and the hurt I feel
for not ever leaving
feeling the pain
of refusing and believing
my eyes are open
but my mind is closed
and it comes to no suprise
that I confused your love
for your little white lies