her eyes were always open
when you thought they were closed
because subtlety was her specialty
but not yours.
you smiled at her
and she would smile back
but it never met her eyes
and it never quite met yours.
you sent her empty promises
and words from hollow trees
she's aware that you don't care
she knows.
you treat her like a pretty thing
like a pretty little lamb
she's pretty, yes, but not ignorant
and she turned her back to you.

you can't blame her for your mistakes.