What she sees

When she looked in the mirror, she didn't see beauty.
She only saw the ugliness that crept inside.
She didn't see that her eyes were the color of the ocean,
after a long summers day.
She couldn't see that her lips, the color of crimson,
were ones that people begged to kiss.
She could no longer see that her hair was spun of pure gold,
only the ones that touched it could be told.
She only saw what she wanted to see,
her eyes being no longer looked into with love,
her lips no longer feeling the warmth of another,
her hair no longer drawn between anyone's fingertips.
Her only self hate came from another,
where she cast away as a no body,
how was she suppose to feel?
Her wish when she went to bed at night,
was that her beauty would be recognized again,
and that her inner ugliness would disappear,
just like he did.