D.F. Paul

She told me love was blindness
and that I couldn’t see.
I said it didn’t matter;
her faults were enough for me.

I loved her senseless phases;
I loved her disregard;
I loved the way she kept me waiting
and how she hid her scars.

I told her everything
I was lucky enough to see.
She took a moment and then named
everything wrong with me.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on July 4, 2012, in D.F. Paul, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Another well written poem from D.F. Paul. If you like it, have a look at his other work on MM:

  2. quirky little fidgets on a perfect merry-go-round

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