Blinded Sight

§ five §

Every time he saw her,

he gave her a weird look.

It was a sad look.

Like her life was sad.

She was sad.

[ I can't argue, my life is sad. ]

He'd flash a sympathetic smile,

and she wanted nothing more

than to smash his pretty little face

into the lockers.

She knew what she was going through.

She is very much aware,

thanks to them.

He didn't need to remind her more.

Especially with his face.