I feel foolish,  
Foolish to think you liked me.  
Your eyes told me a story,  
But your words sang a different tune.  

Lost in what I thought was mine,  
A love I conjured in my mind?  
This cannot be true
Did I misread all the signs?  

I longed for you,  
For far too long.  
And now, with distance between us,  
Your arms will never feel the same.  

But if I could touch you one last time,  
Feel your warmth again,  
That fleeting moment,  
Would be all I’d ask for.

My eyes running from your stare,  
a weight too sharp to bear.  
they told you what i couldn’t say,  
and still, I seem so far away.  

your deep brown eyes pull me inside,  
a place where thoughts and silence collide.  
i want to dive, to drift, to be free,  
to lose myself in the depths of your sea.  

those thoughts you hide, unspoken, untold,  
turn into stares, silent but bold.  
your eyes tell a story, a tale to uncover,  
a book i long to read and discover.  

and still, i fear  
the curve of your voice,  
the reach of your hand,  
the next move that will break  
this fragile stillness.  

when will i see you?  
when will i stand still  
and let myself be seen?

Your eyes sparkle when you’re happy  
I hadn’t noticed before.  
I usually catch those little details,  
but with you, it’s different.  
Those eyes, so intense,  
so full of emotion,  
tell a story I’m desperate to read.  

Yet, you remain a mystery.  
I remember that look you gave me
innocent,  
but laced with something deeper.  
It felt like you wanted us closer,  
to breathe the same air,  
to let the silence speak.  

But I hesitated.  
Fear kept me rooted,  
and I left you there,  
wondering what could have been.  

Then, I saw you again,  
in that same place,  
the one where we first met.  
Your eyes found mine once more,  
and I felt it, the pull,  
undeniable, magnetic.  

I watched you from afar,  
but I couldn’t stay away.  
When I approached,  
your lips began to move,  
and every word you spoke  
made me want to close the gap,  
to be so near  
that we’d share the same breath.  

I long to taste your words,  
to let my lips speak instead.  
Just say the words,  
tell me you feel it too.  

And when our lips meet,  
time will halt,  
the world will fade,  
and in that moment,  
you’ll know the depths of my desire.

Lips intertwined  
on a cold day.  
Your sweater, once on me,  
now clings to her.  
I knew you lied  
but your eyes,  
those deep eyes,  
told a story I wish I'd never read.  

Your gaze, now lifeless,  
once held the love I saw,  
a spark that lit your smile  
gone.  
Leaving me to question  
the mirror staring back.

“The eyes never lie,” they claim,  
But they don’t know you, they don’t know your game.  
I thought I saw truth in the way you’d stare,  
A spark, a feeling that we both shared.  

But those eyes were a mask, a clever disguise,  
Hiding the truth behind practiced lies.  
How can you be so cold, so hollow,  
One day close, the next too far to follow?  

You looked at me like I meant something,  
Then turned away as if I was nothing.  
A flicker of hope you let burn bright,  
Only to vanish, swallowed by night.  

You are nothing but a liar in disguise,  
A heart dressed up in empty eyes.  
They say the eyes can’t deceive or betray
But yours turned my truth into shades of gray.

This body, once mine, now feels estranged,  
Scarred and hollow, broken and changed.  
I look at it from somewhere far,  
As if I’m watching a distant star.  

Once, I loved this skin, this frame,  
It held me close, it knew my name.  
But now it feels like a cage, not a home  
A shell I wander, lost and alone.  

I live outside it, ghost-like and cold,  
No longer belonging, no longer whole.  
This body I hate, this body I mourn,  
Once familiar, now weathered and worn.  

I ache for the self I used to know,  
Before these scars, before this shadow.  
I drift, disconnected, silent and numb,  
In a body that no longer feels like my own.

Love is a gamble, you win or you lose,
No in-between, just painful choices to choose.
And if there were, she wasn’t really playing,
Just drifting along, while his heart kept swaying.

She thinks love’s beautiful, yet it cuts like a knife,
She’s sick of never being loved, or not loving enough,
Of feeling like she’s broken, too hard, too tough.

She wonders if it’s worth staying another day.
She’s tired of hurting, tired of the fight,
Her mind is a war that rages at night.

She dreams of letting it go, of silence,
Of peace, from the chaos she knows.
She’s sick of the ache that swallows her whole,
Of feeling like love is something she’ll never control.