Through my eyes you are but beautiful.
The lies of ugliness you shroud yourself in,
So you can hide from the world melt away.
With me you need no armor,
The pain you deny touches you deeply,
And you carry it with you every day.
But I will never hurt you, never judge you,
Conscious of the fragile light
You believed extinguished by your darkness.
It shines still, cracking the walls of dread
Which entomb your gentler emotions,
Softening the hurt within myself
I thought was doomed for bitter rage.
Your suffering echoes my own
And calls to me drawing me in,
An inevitable tide of sentimentality,
Slowly dissolving my resolve,
Until every precious meow and tender tickle,
Cuts me deeper than I could ever admit.
