Ignorance is Bliss
I am alone, isolated from where I used to be.
I thought that the looks that I received were only perceived by my ignorance of life.
But the more I look upon your face the more I see the look of hate.
A look of someone who got stuck in a life that was not their own.
A look of disgust, of distrust, of lust.
But not lust for me, lust for another which is what leads you back to a look of disgust for me.
I am saddened so saddened.
So much so that it hurts to write these words.
These words that float around my head these are my words.
Yet they cut me so deeply as if they were spoken by another.
These words that float around my head that were put there by you.
Not with your voice but with your look.
You say so much with a look.
So much.
And now I feel it.
My eyes fill up with a river of tides ready to overflow for the look I received so many times.
My eyes swell with the sadness of the life I thought we were living that is now a lie that I tried to make a truth.
My eyes overflow like a damn that has been damaged after a storm.
Because that is what I am.
I am damaged after this storm.
Our storm.
The life storm.
The many days I wait for this life to fill me again.
The life that I thought we had.
The life that I dreamt we had.
But I am left right now with the reality of what we have.
Of where we are.
Of what I know but ignore.
Why ignore it.
Because Ignorance is bliss…