Empty

Ignorance is bliss.

What you don't know can't hurt you.

These are words, and phrases that echo through my mind every time I talk to you.

You look at me, your eyes look so blank and empty. Never showing any interest in what I am saying. Most of the time you don't look at me, you are always too busy to even spare me a glance.

But if I say these things, if I voice my feelings, if I let you know just how much it feels like our love is dying so young,

you get quiet,

you get upset,

it always feels like I'm the one who is in the wrong for feeling anything.

I'm to blame, though aren't I?

I should have known.

You warned me in the beginning that I would fall in love with a man who didn't know how to feel.

How was I supposed to know how true of a statement that was?