I’d love to be a fly on the wall
Way back when
We first met

I’d like to see if I could tell now
That you never really loved me

I want to see how I missed it
How I believed your lies
Hell, if you believed your lies

Falling in love like I did
Is a kind of mental and emotional illness
That blocks out reality
In place of something made from imagination

And while I can’t go back and change it
Maybe if I could go back and see it

I could forgive myself

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fly on the Wall.”