Assumption

Everything you thought about me was right from the start

Every assumption

Every sneaking suspicion

Would have led you to my broken heart

Instead you pushed it down

all those speculations

All the possible conclusions

And you never had another thought about my bleeding heart

If only you looked harder

Looked into possibilities

The obvious explanations

It would have been right in front of your eyes

Instead you turned the possibilities away

The tiniest interpretation

The smallest suggestion

That my broken heart would be because of you