Focus on the beautiful things.
But I plead:
Let me realize that there are more things wrong about you than the good.
Let me venture into your messed up mind.
Let me hear the murmurs of your soul.
Let me smell your foul temper.
Let me taste whiskey in your mouth.
Let me feel your indifference.
Let me see the ink on your skin.
I shall focus on your imperfections,
on the pain you inflict on my open wounds;
scars that won’t ever heal.
I tell myself:
Focus on the ugly things,
so I can finally say,
I’m not in love anymore.