they say
love is blind.

but what if love
simply conjures a wall of fog
that blindfolds you and
you can't break through
unless you manage to get rid of it?

and what if
the only way
to bring the wall down
is to fall out of love?

but how do i fall out of love
when i can't see through the fog
and don't know who the person
i am in love with really is?

a non-rhyming poem this time, but i still really like it <3