You didn’t want to see
You were blind for my imperfections
You were deaf
for all the negative perspectives
I saw myself in
Gave them a different sound
I wasn’t lost
but found
You didn’t love my flaws
You believed I had none
You painted a different picture of me
A better one
You are a great painter honey
but not a realistic one
therefore
You fell in love with the woman
I want to be
instead of the woman I am
You fell in love with the potential of me
But I am afraid
I am the one who is blind
to my own potential
Deaf
to the positive perspectives
people see me in

Suddenly
you opened your eyes
the next minute
you were
gone.

- the poetic fairy