Eyes Are Meant for Looking

I looked at you, a sheep in wolfs clothing.

I looked at you, a fragment of what you used to be.

I looked you dead in the eyes and saw the pain and neglect

You looked at me and saw someone you could manipulate

You looked at me and made a weakness out of nothing

You looked at me dead in the eyes and laughed at the built up anger and regret

I looked at myself through the fake tears you shed and saw you and I together

You looked at me and saw someone who you now know you mistakenly judged

We now know we both knew one thing

When we looked again, you were gone.