Nietzche

She liked that look in his eyes
That one which said
he'd seen something dark
An abyss,
and it had seen into him
She wanted to own it
To have that edge
But she wasn't familiar
with earning
So, she told her pa
she didn't like his terms
And she left
Crashed on some couches
Burned some bridges
Her phone stopped working
Started second guessing
The edge was sharper
than she thought
And then one evening
he saw her and asked,
if it felt as beautiful
as it looked
But, she offered nothing
Had seen no abyss
just the inside of her eyelids
Ignorant, as always,
and now embarrassed