At the onset
battling the awkward sea
of silence and unfamiliarity
we drifted towards each other
saving the best
of ourselves
from the world
to exhibit, serve
to get love
once the facade of novelty
wore out
and you saw the scars
you retreated
and I stood there
naked, like a fool
displaying my soul
to someone
who couldn't see
beyond my cleavage
Who says
love is blind
it is selective delusion !
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