I'm not blind.
I see you,
And as you look deep within yourself
Explaining yourself
I can't help but wonder
How you miss so much
In your explanations.
How can I
See your entirety
Yet you
See pieces?

It's not just the contrast
Of your hair
Against your skin
It's not just the muscles
Or your chilling smile
It's not just the shape of your eyes
Or the *** appeal in your voice
It's not just your touch
Or what those things lead to...

It's the way you sleep.
Despite your troubles,
You sleep so sound.
So peacefully,
Like you're strong enough
to repair those troubles at night
And resilient enough
to get through another day.

It's the way you laugh
As though
Despite those things
You hate about yourself
You can still find humor
And allow yourself
A piece of humanity.

It's the way you cry
How you still have those emotions
You claim were lost in your storm
You still rain,
You still allow yourself
That rain.

It's the way you turn your head a few times to and from, when you feel that jolt of emotion
Whether it be before ***
Or in a conversation
In which you're losing.
It's cute,really,
To see your barriers come down
Even for just
a moment.

It's the emotion I wholly feel
In your kiss.
It's like, I know you cherish it
As much as I
And match me.

You see me as some damsel
In distress with you.
As though you're not enough
Like I could seek another
Like I should seek another.
As though I'm never gonna make it
With you.

But I need someone who struggled
I need your demons
I need your sorrows.
I don't want, or need
A seemingly perfect man.

I need someone
Who understands what it's like
To survive
Whilst trying to live.
I need someone
Whom shows me
Those pieces of him
While he's sleep
While he laughs
While he kisses me.

I need someone who battles with this life from time to time
Yet makes it.
I need a warrior.
I need a king.

And no, I don't need someone to fix.
I need someone I can relate to.
Someone to grow with,
You.

I'm not blind.
I see you.
I watch you everyday,
and I'm proud of you.

In case you haven't heard it yet,
Your past has made you a Phoenix.
Your current struggles
Have made you a role model.
And yes,
You make it look ****.

You think I'm blind.
Blind in love.
Blindly following,
Blindly Falling.
Have you ever thought
That maybe,
You're blind?
That maybe,
I could be right,
And you, sir,
Are trying to blind me?

I know what I see.
But do you?
Who's really blind?