What secrets do your eyes hold?
what desires could I fulfill?
What pains could I mend?
What wonders could I cultivate?
Your eyes are the window to your soul
One day I hope
You will open the blinds
And let me see

he's got a soft side for someone else
talks to me like i came straight outta hell
didn't think i'd get to this
but who's to think
we all get what we want

hell yeah i run away
imma go bolt when i don't know what to say
but what do you expect
when it feels like you got guilt
breathing down your neck

baby, i'm not gonna call you
imma stay here when i don't know what to do
even when i'm shaking baby
cause what the hell am i gonna say
i need you to stay?
like you ever came to me in the first place

no words were exchanged with mouths or vocal cords but instead with glances from across the room
we felt each other staring
eyeballs practically glued
to the backs of each other's head
to everyone else, neither of us wanted to be here but truth be told I couldn't think of anything else besides us inching towards each other
our feet moving on their own
me slipping into your arms like we've done this before
but all we'll ever get to
is a glance and a stare
nothing more than thoughts locked away
maybe we should've
then again
maybe it was better we didn't

i will always like you
even when you're gone from these buildings
i will always be looking for a trace of you
a familiar scent
or a name carved out in a desk.

i will listen to these songs
and think of you.

when summer comes,
i will call your sister, ask how you two are doing
because i will be too scared to ask you myself
and when summer passes
i will still look for your name somewhere on a class list.

i will not forget you.
even when i find someone new
you will always lurk in the back of my mind
reminding me that it could've been you
if i had said the right words.

you will always be a missed opportunity.
a poem i regret throwing away,
words that i regret not getting a hold of
letting them slip from my lips and disappear
instead of dancing on paper

i will always dream about you.
even when we will never meet again,
i will still think of a scenario
where i find you alone on a park bench
and you see me.
or one where i will hold your hand in your apartment
wishing the moment wouldn't end yet.

i'm always gonna like you,
i don't know how not to.