Eyes don’t lie they tell the truth, they open a window beyond anyone else’s view.
One persons eyes might fall to the ground, they zone in and out.
This person didn’t lose hope.
No.
They just gave up.
Believing there is no reason to be spared.
Another persons eyes might frantically move a way their body doesn’t, fighting off the intruders inside their own head.
They aren’t okay, no, they are drowning in the world of dismay.
One persons eyes widen, but their brows furrow.
Wrinkles form small little lines around the eyes as they are not confused or betrayed they are just a toy to be used.
After all how could the person who hurt them be you?
The eyes full of love are strong and powerful yet they blind the ones out vulnerable if not careful.
The eyes never leave the person even if it is just for a split second, staring as if they understand, but then that is what the feeling of love is known for.
Another holds the pain they cannot bear.
A drawing or words can’t capture the darkness pulling them in.
Their eyes burn full of fire but behind the wall the rain softly falls. The tension or blankness might be mistaken for fear, however it is far from there.
Hatred is powerful behind eyes as they hold a power you could never imagine.
Another time eyes might be lost but every so often a light will flicker, because you just threatened to strike with the wrong kind of match, the kind that attacks.
They might be searching inside their head but they really aren’t as they do know what they have come too, the shock never lasts that long but what does is the mental lock.
Another time so rarely the eyes will spark and shimmer, they widen as smile lines pull at them too, they hold a moment so special but barely known.
Happiness is just another kind of stove.
Maybe one persons eyes never meet another, a glassy wall covers them waiting to crumble, after the disappointment cracks here comes the wall crumbling, the wall of emotional tumbling.
Eyes warn, Eyes tell stories, eyes hide secrets that keep together history.
Yet so many ignore, so here to the eyes as they never lie, they are just waiting to be unfold.

Have you ever experienced something so unreal there’s no way it could be normal?
I remember a time I saw something in the doorway.
A figure.
A ghost.
Of course I would be scared.
I had run back into my room like no one had run before.
I closed my eyes.
Hide from the ghost.
Maybe it won’t hurt me.
Eventually I opened my eyes.
It was morning.
I thought it was amazing, surreal.
I held onto this one moment in time, I saw something unnatural.
See there is a state when we sleep called vivid dreams.
Don’t think of it too hard.
It’s not that big.
Another time I had a dream, a man and I were sitting in a room, a small room.
But I felt okay talking to them.
Eventually he asked me the one question I hate.
I woke up the next morning.
Believing I had just been seen and visited by something surreal.
But there are these things called vivid dreams.
Once something happened.
Something happened in life.
It triggered activity in my head, the hippocampus and the amygdala awaked.
After that I fell asleep but I really didn’t.
Because there are these things called vivid dreams.
Once I had an amount of anxiety I never thought was real.
It hit me later that night even though I never knew it.  
I woke up.
We have all woken up after one night being able to recall something that feels unreal but so real at the same time.
But see, there are these things called vivid dreams.
Don’t think of it too hard.
It's not that big.
But under all of these memories there is a thing called vivid dreams and that’s how it is.

The question of what if has followed me everywhere I go.
I made one decision, here it comes. I think about one thing, then it follows.
What if my dreams don’t come true, but what if they do? What if I choose to believe, but what if I am wrong.
What if I did this instead of that, what if the other wasn’t an option in the hat.
What if I said something else, would it change anything else? What if you forget me? But what if I never leave your head?
What if I met the right person at the wrong time, but what if this whole time I was just being fed?
What if you never burned would you have been the same star but what if you never burned and you turned out just the way you are? What if I never see you again but what if I end up with you again.
What if I never said the first hello, would that mean you wouldn’t be mine to know?
What if we aren’t friends or enemies, but we are just people with memories.
What if I never let this question in my head?
What if the whole time that was just the way I am?

I wanted it to be you.
I really did.
It was kind of hard for me to make sense.
How could someone that I wanted so bad, Be the one person who makes me this crazy and mad?
I wanted you.
Just you.
This weird crazy broken version of you.
But I ended up with someone else instead.
Is it bad that I still think of you?
The person you are now.
But I’m happy with the person I am and all the sound.
Am I cheating, leading on?
Because I continue to think of you?
My friends tell me you never get over your first love.
But you weren’t, you were never my first love.
I don’t think I could even call you my love.
Do you think of me?
Of the past and the memories?
Can I even remember us being happy and nice?
No, I don't think so.
Because all I remember is you.
And I fell in love with that idea of you.