Blind

I saw the scars that blinded you,

and I was sure that was the reason you couldn’t see the light.

I wanted to help you heal,

to show you the beauty you held within your soul.

I felt the weight you carry in that soul,

and I thought that was why you dragged me down.

So, I tried to lift that weight, to ease your burden

and teach us both to fly.

I saw the black hole in your heart,

and I believed that must explain your lack of empathy,

and why I couldn't seem to make you love me.

I convinced myself that

if I journeyed into the darkness of your heart

and found a single spark,

that I could change your world to light;

that I could finally make you see.

But as I wandered through the endless abyss,

I found the knives you used

to cut the spark of kindness from your eyes.

I stumbled upon the shovel you used

to dig that black hole in your heart,

and I found the anchor you tied to your very soul.

Then, finally, I realized

that I’m the one who has been blind all along.

So, I put on my shades

and walked away.