He told me once that my eyes were the softest thing about me.
He told me that they were softer than my touch, he told me that he wanted to get lost in them.
They were softer than the walls I built up around my heart.
I think he knows that my eyes give me away.
Despite the insistance of rationality, I still love him.
I don't want to.

His smile lifted the weight off of my shoulders.
His presence made me desperate.
He says, "I miss you too."
He has become my personal poison; I don't want to be sick anymore.

His girlfriend would hate me.
I like to think that he's still mine.
I want to say, "He belonged to me first."
Somehow he still belongs to me.

His arms keep me stable.
Why doesn't anything else make me feel this way?
Why can I never tell if you feel anything for me?
I think our "I miss you's" mean different things.
My eyes give me away.