Love makes you blind.

I’ve been thinking about my willingness to follow you without question.

How I ignored the blazing signs in front of me, giddy just to be holding your hand.

I don’t want to have to love with one eye open.

I don’t want to worry that you know I will listen to your voice, instead of looking at my surroundings, and you will use it against me.

I don’t want to lose how love makes everything else blurry when I’m with you.

I want to walk with someone, eyes tightly shut, knowing when I open them, I will be in the place they promised.

How do you know, when love steals your vision, you aren’t being taken where they promised you would never have to go?

When I can trust someone to lead my steps, when I can follow someone knowing they won’t leave me in the dark, that’s when I will love again.

You were supposed to take me somewhere beautiful. How foolish not to have felt the cliffs edge beneath my feet before you pushed.