invisible

Maybe you didn't see me.
The same way no one really ever does. Or maybe you did.

The balance between the opposites is what makes relationships complicated, like we want everyone to see, but if they did, then what? If they did, would they? 

If you did, you'd be a saint. It's not as if I tried to hide, not at all. I just don't see how.
Repetition is the only thing I know.