clueless

i closed my eyes to the clueless of things and even then made it to a certain


understanding but could never been the obvious of things and maybe i had a question behind


the bullshit... when all you could have done was speak to me


speak to me with honesty and maybe i would have never made that choices to keep


that from you..


i just wished your honesty was known


instead of making me so clueless

This poem is about: 
Me

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