Flawed

I wish I could tell you
I was listening to those words
about your flaws but I was too busy
watching your upper lip
lift a little to the right
while you spoke
and how

when you forgot
something you looked up
to the right and blushed
like a flower who’s lost
its petals
and what

you don’t know
is that I collect perceived flaws
in my personal View-Master
and click that little orange
lever to watch my favorite
scenes of you
on repeat

when you’re asleep
and I still can’t get enough.