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25. jaded eyes

there is hope in her eyes,

     and a dark tunnel in mine.

there are blue petals fluttering in the wind, 

      her hair carrying her thoughts weight above her shoulders.

there are decaying leaves cluttering at my feet,

      the sound of their skeletons crushing sounding like a soft lullaby to my ears.

i stand behind her, and she turns to look at me,

     the sun resting on her skin.

my heart clenched at the sight of her lips slowly moving up to a smile,

      and it was like all the heavens combined fell upon me.

i looked at her with sorrowful eyes and a beating heart,

      my ears ringing with silence, i could only spill silver,

           when she deserved gold.

stepping closer to me, one step at a time,

       i feel the blood in my veins rush to my head, and my breath slightly uneven,

             she speaks.

"ezra, i don't think i'm okay," whispers that curl into my ear and send alarms ringing in my chest.

      "why do you think that?" 

"every time i see a mirror, or a reflection, or even pictures of myself,

       i just can't look.

           my brother says it's because our father left, but,

                 what do you think?"

"i think you should be less worried about what i think. you know what i think and you know."

she knows that she thinks she's worthless,

     and god, how wrong she is.

with cat-like eyes, i eye her like a predator,

       her words dancing on her tongue yet they never come to shore.

perhaps she knew what i meant,

      perhaps i didn't know what i was talking about,

          but i did know that she was wrong with her cruel thoughts and jaded eyes.

wrong, oh so wrong.

- jaded eyes