Sometimes people cure you
of ever wanting them again
because after enough time,
the realness of them
becomes painfully obvious.
And then it’s hard not to notice,
to see past their ugliness,
to find the beauty deep inside.
And I couldn’t see it anymore,
even though I searched
for years and years.
The disturbing nature
of what I found beneath,
left me wondering if I’d ever
had any sensibility at all.
I am now left in disbelief
of how wrong I truly was.
My overall assessment
was so flawed with personal bias.
But love is blind like that,
and he was the master of deceit.
I suppose he’s summed up best
as the devil in disguise.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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