Eye in the Window

He stares into my eyes and I feel violated, like a doll as someone leans down to peer into my dollhouse window, their eye so huge, their eye lashes heavy enough to blow me away with one blink. I used to stare into his too, to marvel at his soul. Now I am disinterested in it, but do not want to go through the misery I went through without him, so I accept the violations. I let him see little bits of me. I do not tell him about the mosquito in my ear. I whisper little "I love you"s and breathe flowers, but he can see the difference. I say I forgive him. Maybe I forgave, but I didn't forget. I should try to forget, I should really try to forget. He didn't mean to. It's okay. things can be the way they were before. And before that other time. Anyway. We'll see. It'll fade. It was my own fault in various ways. I can forget. I can change. I can fix myself for next time.



Observed, yet Alone

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