The fault is mine

Love to faults is always blind. William Blake. 1908.

And it is my weakness., that I can love to the faults. And be blind to the watching world and the witnesses of my stupidity. 

I am givers who had bent down on my knee begging for love because the sorrow that surrounded me was too much to swallow. I let go of the string that attached to my heart long ago, threw the only key to my heart in the middle of the night into a deep lake. The pain has long gone, but I still afraid of asking for love, touching love. I can only give my empathy, but not love. 

The fault is mine, because I love to the faults.