I was seeing you through rose-tinted glasses
What a perfect illusion you painted.
It’s only when you said something that made me take a step back, remove the lens through which I was seeing you as flawless;
Only then did I start to see.
Now I see you clearly, the bubble burst.
I see the real you and the honeymoon is over.
Now I see the cracks and realise that I had put you on a pedestal.
An idol made of pure gold you had become.
Now, perhaps what makes you human is what I can grow to love.
That is the real you, not the representative you sent to meet me every day.
And if I can love you as flawed as I am, maybe we can build something beautiful; together.
Reality is not pretty, the truth an ugly sight.
I touched a beautiful rose and was pricked by one of its thorns.
The rose didn’t lose its beauty and I still love roses.