Ink Stained Soul…

Did I overlook something?
Reflecting on words spoken.

You think I don’t listen, but I am so drawn into the brilliance of you that I can’t help it sometimes. You, the only one I value every single thing you have to say.
Small insights I missed, that part of me broken.
The songs you sent.
Did I miss what it meant?
Your confessions: I’m one of the few people that matter.
Was it telling me more than what I saw?
Were you letting me know or in?
Did I miss the obvious?
Or am I just letting hope make me oblivious?
Does it even matter what happened?
It happened all the same.
Broken unable to see through the dark.