It isn’t that I didn’t see you, it's that you didn't tell me

I know it's selfish I know I know I know

But my mind is cross wires

My tongue is a tongue twister

My body is nervous

and everything I say, am and do is a mistake of what I want

So

it isn’t that I didn’t see

Is that I didn’t believe

Because your words were chess rules that were in domino and I didn’t know where we were going with all the ups and downs you gave me.

And a part of me we always know of that almost we were capable of reaching, but your lips were a lagoon where your actions were screams. 

And I don’t want to blame you where I’ve failed, but I want to kill you where I have cried because I could have loved you yet all we weren’t was a fog lost in smoke. 

And it’s easy you could have beaten your chest, bitten my skin, shouted our name, kissed my sins and said: “This we are and this we’ll be” But you choose your riddles that you hoped I solved when you were several broken mirrors

And

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

For not seeing and for seeing

For hearing but not understanding

Because you spoke, yet you were prior to hieroglyphs

you were undiscovered languages

And I could see the faith in your eyes

But feel the uncertainty in your words. 

TA.