They couldn't see life through her eyes,
and though he tried,
neither could he.
it was soon after her first taste of brokenness
the sting of loneliness and desolation clung to her
Like melting nylon in an inferno and though
eventualy the fabric shed
the feeling was left burned in the memory of her skin
even deeper, had plastered itself to her soul.
he did not have the eyes to see her truth
only what he proclaimed as his own version of her honesty
she could not live though his eyes
the glare seered her being.
she did not have the stomach for lies
as innocent and delicately kindly as they were,
she closed her eyes,
preferring very much to be blind.