Patterns Of Failure

With better eyes I could have seen the disgust on your face

When I spoke your name and with better ears

I could have heard the disgust in your voice

When you spoke mine and with better hands

I could have felt your skin crawl

When my fingers touched down upon your neck

And with a better nose I could have smelled the vomit

Churning in your stomach when you touched me

Out of pity and perhaps with a better voice

My words might have done more than flatter

And yet even with all these things

I know it would have happened the same way

Because even now I still wish I could do it all over again