Uncomfortable warnings

by: shira

In a recently jaded state
Fickle optimism no longer boasts
Its trusty brightness
Just squints through green envy
At being replaced by reality

I’ve aged thoroughly
And realize I still love you
This isn’t the philosopher’s qualm
Just one person’s mess for two
Lies like elephants are never forgotten
When you’re the alone in remembering

I used to think that love was blind
Never-ending unless need be
And now I need to end this
But you keep coming back
Without knowing
With no knowledge of my ways about you