Opened Eyes

what is this?

i see right through you, my misguided butterfly. the sun is not in that direction. you only have to observe the migration of the birds to see you're going the wrong way.
   i hear the way you speak to them. the targets of your heartbreak, the firewood to your enraging passion. your words ensnare not only the anonymous victims whose bodies you seek, but they leave cracks in my very own mind. your detached deception taints the purity i imagined guiding our hearts.
   i can feel your intentions each time you pass me by. the shifting eyes and down-turned gaze, the clenching of untrusting hands and the withdrawn smile. i see the truth; the repression of your warmth complements your now frosty soul.
   you believe that i can't see the manipulation hovering over us. the pledges of allegiance you utter when doubt arises contradict the resistance you express when i open my arms. the fears remain trapped behind your lips; you confide in empty ears. you push away what cannot be destroyed, but is forever withering away its possessor.