Letters to Her #5

I’m self aware enough of my shortcomings to not assume, but it appeared to me as though we were on the same page

It’s madness, for all the near certainty, I got the wrong gauge

And so this heart stays closed, cold, shut down in the ice age

And everything looks different through glasses colored rose

But I can never read people, I know why, even still, me, it always throws

So I’m unaffected, but still confused, c’est la vie, so it goes

I don’t need romance out of this to enjoy the vibes and tone

But you didn’t even feel at the skin what I thought we both felt to the bone?

It shouldn’t be such a surprise, this is the type of misjudgment to which I am prone

But how was it nothing when I felt everything and more?

We were watching sunsets on the beach, now everything I thought I knew washes up broken on the shore

I feel no animosity, but time and time again, I am shaken to the core