Blissful Blindness
I can’t see,
I’m not blind
But I cannot see it
How I act, how I appear
To him,
I don’t think about it
how I seem around others
But I replay every word I say to him,
Or around him
Sometimes I want to go back and change what I said,
Then I think
I should just be,
Myself
So, I don’t care if I can’t see,
I like making him smile,
I like being truly myself,
I like making smiles by being me
In reaction to my spontaneous shenanigans,
I’ll be me
So like me as I am now, how I come,
Or not
I won’t care too much,
Because I wasn’t lying about who I was.
If you don’t like what you see,
I won’t judge,
I can’t see,
How I am around others
But that’s fine,
I’ll be myself regardless
Amy Weed