I see you

You don’t understand

You can’t see the sorrow

The melancholy, the gloom

Of the damsel, meticulously braiding

Silk braids, sewn into gowns of golden satin

Dressed in peculiar patterns

Of birds, flowers, mythological creatures

You don’t see the bloodstained cloth

The crimson gloves, the rusted needle

You can’t see the dimming halo

Or the stubs of wings

The mutated angel

Concealed within the veiled hope

Of a stranger.

You won’t look at the broken heart

You left behind

When you spoke those words

Of abandonment

Of desertment

You will never see the true loss I am

I will always see your beauty

Your talent, you’re magic.

Your blinding light

That forces my eyes to close

And see only what your words let me

I will always see you.