Blind me

For the love of God
Blind me
I would rather be blind
Than to see her anymore
I don't know her name
And I don't really need to
Because each time I see the picture
Each time I see a different woman
Her eyes, her hair, her smile
Staring back at me in the picture
Like the glaring eyes of a mirror
I see my shame, my self loathing
With each look at the picture I am left
Yet again begging for God
If there is one...

To blind me.