Black Eyes. [poem]

I wanted you to see past the damage

I needed a band-aid and you looked like the perfect fit

black eyes and smooth words

and me, the blank slate ready to be written on

but you couldn’t form any sentences

and your comments were like a hammer to the head

because for a second I believed that maybe you could ignore the flaws

maybe you wouldn’t see the wounded child in the body of a man

but you, black eyes and smooth words

you and your stories of a failed relationship

you and your easy companionship

I wanted you to see me

but instead you looked right through me

and these are my broken words for you.