Bound Blind

a/n: A poem I started writing a while back, forgot about, and then finished up. Basically, it’s about losing who you are because of someone special, rejecting such a loss, and then accepting who you are because you’ve become a better person. I feel this everyday. Hm, I’m still fighting it too….

What I don’t know is what I refuse to believe.
Are these simple words true
Or petty lies you merely conceive
To get what you want to do?

I don’t know the comfort of being held,
Of embracing the one I trust the most,
Doomed to wander the earth alone,
Merely a shadow, merely a ghost.

I don’t know an affectionate touch
All my thoughts bound blind.
You make me cry just one good cry
And then I’ve left all my harshness behind.

I don’t know of the giddiness
When I’m this close to you,
Making me drowsy with love
And all to me you do.

What I believe to be true is what I refuse.
I never wanted to know
Such a petty subterfuge.
How does my love show?