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Love is blind

And ignorance is bliss

My first love is something that I wish Id miss

My heart was torn

My hopes were shattered

He just looked at me like nothing mattered

I tried to tell him

I wish hed hear

But he just turned to his friend and asked for a beer.

What do I do?

What do I say?

I really want to make him pay.

I hate the hurt

I hate the pain

I have the flirt

I have the blame

I want the love

Not the shame

I want the wholeness

That keeps me sane

I miss the fun

I miss the wonder

I miss the excitement

Before the blunder

I want him to burn

I want him to die

I want him to see through my eye

I want him to see what he did to me

I want him to beg

And I want him to plea

I want him to wish that he had never hurt me before

I wish that he had never walked through that door

But I can’t change the past

And I do not wish to

The only thing I do wish is that I did not miss you

I miss the way you made me feel

Like I was wanted

Like I was a big deal

I wish that feeling had never ended

But that feeling will come again

Though not with us being mended.