In her eyes, I saw the world and all the terrible things at be.
The pain, the lies, the loneliness, the shame,
the regret, the sickness, the ignorance.
All the world’s problems weighing her down, the expression in her eyes infuriated me.
As If I needed more infuriation, her eyes implode me.
It is as if we met on accident the way that we crossed paths.
But, I don’t believe I accidentally meet people, I believe people accidentally meet me.
In her eyes, I saw the world, and all the beautiful things it should be.
The love, the life, the light, the joy, the passion.
Were these all just mere fairy tales? Or things that could actually be.
In her eyes I did not see myself, I saw all the things I should be.