Love is a Blindfold
I wanted to repost this here because maybe someone else could relate to it and feel less alone. Things are not good right now, and I was thinking about the phrase "love is blind." This is half a response to that from my own experience (happening right now) and just bleeding my feelings onto a page. Thank you for letting my share.
Love is a blindfold willingly tied over our eyes:
Allowing red flags and flaws to pass by unnoticed.
Whether we don it ourselves or it is placed there for us,
Either way, our senses are clouded.
Promises unkept. Lies spat like truth. Boundaries Crossed.
I’m sorry.
It won’t happen again.
I love you.
… A blindfold.
A blindfold tight around my temples taking me hostage.
Yet I tied it there.
A bind of trust that was meant to be sacred.
Trust broken.
The blindfold is following my tears down my cheeks, descending down and down and down...
… Now a noose around my neck.