You don't and I do.

You don't own me, you can't change me.
You don't need me, and you really can't see me.
I don't own you, i don't want you.
I don't need you, but i can't help but truly see you.
You make the wrong move, I watch you fall.
I make the wrong move, You laugh with your head held tall.
Nothings ever good enough from me to you.
But somehow everything bliss from you to me.


(Not even a good poem i just felt like writting something from a womens perspective of a blind love.)

Poetically Murderous.