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Mar 2015
Can't you see the look in her eyes
Can't you tell that she is broken and beat
Can't you see that her beautiful, ocean blue eyes show that she is dead inside
The blue is fading because her soul is leaving
The bags under her eyes tell stories of long days and terrible nights
The red veins that swim through them shows you exactly how drunk she is because alcohol is the only thing that she can feel
You refuse to make eye contact with her because her eyes show you things that she physically can't
Her eyes make up for the marks on her body. They make up for the rasp in her voice when she screams at night for you to save her.
Why won't you save her
Why aren't you holding her
Why aren't you screaming you love her
Why are you just standing there like you didn't ******* cause this
She is rotting from the inside out because she fills herself with drugs, and *****, and pills, and tells her self everything will be okay but in reality nothing is okay and nothing will ever be okay
The only thing keeping her alive is the hope that you'll come back
But you're not coming back
You don't have the ******* decency to tell this poor soul that you have moved on
You're putting false hope into her and and she eats it like a ******* slave. She worships you. She loves you. She gave you everything and then some. You left with all of that. And I know that you will have one night stands on drunken nights, and maybe even a relationship if you're stable, but I know that all you'll see is her eyes. Her eyes will haunt you in your dreams and the faces of otherΒ Β woman. Her eyes.
Courtnee Butterfield
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Courtnee Butterfield  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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