Her Eyes

She looked at me as though I was the world

With the air

The life

She so desperately needed,

Clinging onto my every movement

Holding onto my every word.

Her eyes seemed bleak

Narrow and faded

Her vision blurred each time she spoke

Singing my praises and lifting me up higher

Until I could no longer see the ground.

No one could tell her of her wrongs

For in her head

The voices rang like alarm clocks in the morning

Waking her to another day of worship for an ordinary person

Because her damaged heart had been through enough

And her fragile mind was never fixed

Her hands were made to work for nothing

Her body breed for strictly strangers

So when you held her fingers between yours

And planted your kiss on her Cupid's bow

Her chest could not help but best

As her insides began to scream

But this poor girl with no one to keep

Put too much hope and soul as she took this leap

Crashing into another pile

Of worthless, pitiful, abusive denial.