It’s late afternoon
I catch your eye
hoping you’ll hold my gaze
you never do
you look to the side
or to a friend
or to the dust on the floor
anywhere that does not include
looking into the wide eyes
of the girl who sobbed
when she broke your heart
All I want is your gaze, but
I know that the day you resolve
to hold eye contact
that your gaze will be empty,
the same way I left you feeling
that warm June day.
The day you understood that
I was terrified of looking into
someone’s eyes and telling the
truth
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
It’s late afternoon
I catch your eye
hoping you’ll hold my gaze
you never do
you look to the side
or to a friend
or to the dust on the floor
anywhere that does not include
looking into the wide eyes
of the girl who sobbed
when she broke your heart
All I want is your gaze, but
I know that the day you resolve
to hold eye contact
that your gaze will be empty,
the same way I left you feeling
that warm June day.
The day you understood that
I was terrified of looking into
someone’s eyes and telling the
truth
