confusion isn't as glamorous as it always looked.
these soft tears, following a trail down my cheek
smearing the black mascara i use when i try to hard
wiping away pieces of the disguise
its not pretty
especially when you're the tear forming in the pit of my eye
i used to think confusion gave you two choices
both of them would turn out for you in the long run
but no.
confusion is having two options and BOTH of them fucking you over in the end.
confusion is not knowing whether its all in your head
or all in his.
confusion is the uncertainty of finishing that kiss.
and not knowing why it even started.
confusion is not knowing his intentions...
and not wanting to know.
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