I Hate to Be Proven Wrong (About Everything but You)
I hate to be proven wrong about everything but you
Blinded by my own hatred not very long ago
Blue-grey eyes splashed green with jealousy
Heart raging, torn by confusion
Head aching
As I replay our entire history
And wear it out from pausing too many times on the good parts
You came through for me last night
Sitting in the stairwell filled with deafening silence
Recapturing me in your eyes
Your words becoming my soul's new poetry
And I am in awe of you
Whenever I go ahead and assume the worst
You give me more reassurance than I need
And I can barely bend my mind around the devotion you're not supposed to have for me
Not to say this isn't appreciated
Just too surreal for me
I told myself I could find one substantial reason to hate you
Then I could be relieved to know that I don't love you
You handed it right to me
A month passed by too slowly, too fast
And that reason has since melted away
The carpet has been pulled from under me
The clothes stripped off my back
And all that's left between us here is TRUTH
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