Ignorance is bliss.

I beg to differ...

Ignorance is bliss.

I wake up with naive expectations and hopes.

I fall asleep with disapointment and things I should have said.

Ignorance is bliss.

I show up and the act begins...

I talk and laugh with our friends.

I clap and act happy.

I bounce out the door without a care in the world.

I cry the whole drive home.

Ignorance is bliss.

I don't show up.

I couldn't play the part tonight.

I couldn't pretend.

Ignorance is...bliss?

I wonder if I'm ever to blame for lost sleep.

I wonder if you ever put on an act for me.

Ignorance is bliss?

I'm afraid you'll go away, do new things and forget.

I'm afraid I'll go away, do new things and remember.

I'm afraid we'll both remember. But won't do anything about it.

Ignorance is bliss?

I'd do anything to hear one thought...

To have the slightest glimpse of how you feel.

Ignorance is torture.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

your wording seems a little hard at time but gives the poem a picture, an insightful picture. loved the poem :)