Your questions (and my own) plaque my mind. You're asking me for the answers. Answers, I may not have. But feelings, I do. And I've been known to wear my heart on the sleeve. I can feel how your eyes search me, constantly reading me. (it scares me how much you see) I turn to you hoping to reflect your spotlight onto yourself. But your shadows hide the darkness you don't want me to see. I'll wait. My eyes can adjust to this lack of light and one day One day, I will see.
Semi ironical/juxtaposition because darkness is associated with night. But one "day" I will see. I will figure him out. Copyright @ Sadie Whitney