He had perfect sight
But he couldn’t see me

Everytime I was before him
He went blind.

Or

Maybe he saw exactly how I am and couldn’t accept it and tried to change it with his

Perfect sight.

He had perfect sight

20/20

And everytime the Real Me

Which I’m always the Real Me

Presented herself

He went blind.

Or

Maybe he saw me exactly as I am and pretended he was doing the right thing by her.

And it just didn’t feel Right.

See
If I’m an apple and you bite into me and you taste an orange, am I really an apple?

Yeah.
I’m am apple.

If I’m an apple and you want an orange and you bite into me and you taste an apple, didn’t you see an apple?

Why did you expect an orange?

He had perfect sight
But he couldn’t see me

Or maybe he saw me and thought
“That was just a fantasy that can’t really be.”

Honey, it’s Me

He had perfect sight and acted like he couldn’t see me while I was right in front of him.

Maybe not the girl of his dreams
I wasn’t trying to be anyone’s nightmare either

I was being me
Clearly

How could I lose my identity before someone who had perfect sight?

You saw what was in front of you

And all the exercises and all the practices and all the homework I do to change those sides of me

That don’t belong

(and I’ve been doing great. A+!)

Meant nothing
Because I was not morphing into what his perfect vision was seeing

Meant everything
Because I was becoming My Truest.

He had perfect sight
But he never saw me.

Now he never sees me!

THE END ☺

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.