what makes you happy,
what makes you sad,
what makes you mad,
your pet peeves,
your secret addictions,
your favourite read,
your dreams,
your thoughts,
Are you a hopeless romantic?
Or could you care less?
Your little habits,
Your inner fears,
Why you have that pain in your eyes?
how did it get there?
Why do you let it consume you?
fear the joy others could bring?
I wanted to know every thing I possibly could about you because no one else did,
no one else tried,
and some one should have,
I should have.
But I was too much of a coward & you were too broken,
Because one day you were there with your numb brown eyes
&
then the next you were gone.
I wanted to know every thing I could,
about *you