how did i miss it?

how can you look at me, 

and stare into my soul 

with those doe-eyed pupils?

how can you speak to me, 

and let those pretty words 

roll off your tongue 

when you know they’re lies?

and how can you hear yourself 

continue to disappoint me, 

again and again?

i wonder, 

if the feeling of my hands slipping away 

affects you the same way it does me, 

as you say,

“don’t worry about her”,

when we both know i should.

i should’ve smelled the fire burning 

and the scent coming

from our favorite pair of jeans. 

the 5 should’ve told me 

you were lying to my face all along. 

how did i miss the signs?

i can still feel you, 

hear you,

see you, 

taste you, 

smell you, 

everywhere. 

but you’re with my past worries, 

not aware 

that you left all my senses still tingling.