These tears are not for you
they carry away my ignorance
wash away my disillusionment
for I’ve looked at you
through rose colored glasses
saw you better than you saw yourself
to me you were -
perfection
flawless
timeless
an intoxicating scent
that lingers
a perfect form I memorized
but your words are misshapen pedals
mocking my heart
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not
drying up and crumbling away
turning to ashes
turning to dust
no, these tears are not for you
the water forming is the pain
from the thorns
of my rose colored glasses
sticking my eyes

 
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