I don't feel stupid for guessing that about you. Everyone gets first impressions.
I don't feel stupid for trying to see the best in you. It's not a sin to have a heart.
I feel stupid for continuing to believe everything I thought about you. Everything you told me. With your sly little smirk, that I thought was just to impress, not to decieve.
After everyone told me how you really were, I still thought was right. So I guess that makes me even more ignorant than you took advantage of me being.
I guess what I'm sorry for, and really stupid for doing, is having faith in your soul.
For not being able to see how transparent you are.
YOU ARE READING
My Complexion
PoetryEmotions don't come in just black and white, or in all the grays in between. Emotions are every color you've ever seen, and even the ones you can't. Sometimes they're the colors you can't imagine, and the color is simply the feeling. Like that color...
