Blind

Maybe I died a little inside
when I realized you weren't perfect
Maybe I felt stupid for feeling like you were
because no one is
But you felt perfect to me

Your lips dripped words like honey
And I had been deprived of sweetness for so long
It was inevitable
that I would consume you

I drank in the warmth of your eyes
I was so tired of being cold
It was easier
But I never did take the well trodden path

The tenderness in your hands
Softness of your touch
Made me feel like I was alive
For once

The realization of your imperfection
did not destroy any of this for me
Your lips, your eyes, your touch
I am still hungry for it all

Now, today
It is that we seem fallible
I suppose we always were capable of failure
But I still don't want to see it