Five Minutes

All I want is five minutes of your time so I can sit down and look
into your eyes and see past all of the words,
listen beyond all of the lies you have ever told me about how you
loved me and see the reality of what was.
Five minutes is an eternity, an infinite amount of time to look at you again.
I couldn’t bear the madness that would ensue, realizing that all of the lies were
in fact truths and I have been the blindly loving fool, 
skipping around in folly of a one-sided love tragedy.