In hindsight,
Maybe you weren't as perfect
As I originally thought.
Looking back,
Maybe I put you on a pedestal
That you were only too happy
To sit on.
Maybe, deep down, your flaws
Were only too obvious to me.
Now they stare blinking at me
As if caught in the middle of a crime
A deer in the headlights.
I'm still drawn to you somehow
But, in hindsight,
Maybe I can learn to keep my gaze
Straight ahead
Not straying to you.
Looking back,
I should have done that all along.