Blind

I live in a world of browns and blues,
brown like your hair and blue like your eyes.
I can't escape the colors even in my sleep.
All the secrets you keep in those azure pools...
is one of them why you left?
Deep as crystal, sharp as glass,
did they see my flaws magnified?
Too large to defend or look past?
Were my hands too rough as I stroked that chocolate down,
soft as rose petals?
Was it the scars on my heart?
They were yours from before,
and they were healing nicely, I thought.
I forgave and forgot, and all for what?
To have my wounds ripped open
by the only one who was still capable of hurting me.
Now I am stone,
not so easy to tear,
while you feel sorry for the next guy.
And while you see a statue, cold and immovable,
he sees a sculpture, a priceless work of art.
And it is I who pities you for your lack of perspective,
your inability to see.