It’s the looks that hurt the most, the words I can cope with, they hurt but they’re vapour, ephemeral . The looks burn, deep, painful, smouldering. Glares & glowers with hate filled eyes. There’s never any looks of love or longing, always pain & anger. It’s hard to live with someone who looks at you every morning, frowning with eyes so black like vacuous holes that suck hope from your own.