His quirks…
fascinate me.
He…
fascinates me.
I am…
Fascinated.
He draws me in…
with his eyes.
Those same eyes…
alternating blue and green…
that once led me to believe…
he and I…
could be…
One.
I resolve…
to hate him.
If only to save…
myself.
But myself refuses…
to be…
saved.
The only way…
to protect…
myself…
is to avoid…
Him.
His quirks.
His eyes.
His smile.
His laugh.
His jokes.
His lies.
My pain.
And so…
I hide.
Within the safety…
of myself.
And I know…
he will not find me…
here.
For he has never…
bothered…
to look.
And then his eyes…
meet mine.
And my resolve…
breaks down.
And the walls…
come down.
As my guard…
goes down.
And I…
once again…
am drawn in…
by the quirks…
by those eyes…
by those…
fascinating…
Lies.