I thought I knew

I thought I knew a person.

I didn’t.

I knew what I saw.

No, I knew what I wanted to see.

I knew what I wanted that person to be and confused it for what they were.

I spent so much time convincing myself they were this way, that I obscured the fact that they were that way.

I kept on giving, and never got back.

I got fooled by nice gestures and kind words and forgot how hurtful the actions.

One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later).

And now I know.