Cut Lids to See

I see the world every bit as perfect as he can. I got acute hearing to decipher every whisper he makes. I would love to have one thing I know I’d never get. Sight. I have been so blind because of all the make-believes he’s feeding me. I was sightless to know that he’s been all over the things we’ve shared. That’s the last thing I want to know. And the last thing I want to see is when he’s happy with the other being he’s been talking about. I sensed already since the last touch of his lips on mine that everything’s going to end. Everything would have to end. No matter how little I want it to happen. I don’t have the ability to change the obvious. And now, what do I still have? Do I still have something left?