Blind

Do you look upon me, with blighted gaze,
And swear as you speak of my manic ways?
Would you laugh or joke, or be angered by me,
If I came up and asked, "How could you not see?".

I could live, for a while, as I did a while back,
Loving you endlessly, but could it be fact,
That two individuals, such as you and I,
Could possibly love each other? I cannot deny,

I couldn't love you the same, after all you have done,
But still my feelings persist, my heart is not run,
By my mind, my conscience, which tells this to halt.
My friends say you love me; they rub my wounds in salt.

I am sick and tired, finally drowned,
By all the substance of follwing you around,
Day in, day out, I would've been by your side;
But thankfully, my pride lives, and the love now has died.