So,
they say you can read a person like a book if you look from the right point of view.
If you try to...
Read deep enough into the book you may actually understand the person as a whole.
But when I look at you I feel fogged because where words should be is empty space.
A black hole.
With infinite knowledge and
Secrets like
Like empty space in our conversation where I should be attempting to say something funny but I only feel the tension that could be cut with a twig.
Or...
Your soft stare because your warm eyes seem to draw me.
Catching my glance like I'm stumbling I ask a question that I already think I may or may not know the answer to.
Only to end up mystified again.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
But when I get the guts to try to verify its like I'm a peeping tom with tinted windows on the other side.
I see my own reflection,
Myyyy own...
Confusion
My pauses in my sentences that I try to fill with a smile that fills about as quick as it takes to pour out water.
Or blank like my soul search history
But I got mostly doubt
I strike out
Because I got all L's when I tried
And when I tried to go for the goal I tied on the way through the ribbon.
Last time I tried to read someone the game was  over before the first base was ever touched.
And all my " loves " were L's or lies because I lied to myself in saying I was an okay person or that somehow my dream girl would become reality
Because this heart is open for realty
Realtor is Cupid with a diaper and tie but I may end up with another tie because when I asked if u wanted to hang when u came back.
You said yes.
And then you asked why it was awkward for me
I said somethin like umm it was...
Nothing that I could remember
But I remember the feeling I got when I got caught in that smile like the tide. Thing is I thought I could read your emotions but could never read between the lines.

And then I blink again and we are in an embrace.  
And after the "date" we never went on
I think I tried to save face.
But the mask was more of my real face and it was blushed
All the guts that I had were kinda flushed with the flirtation and...
Space that is or isn't between us.
Because that 5 second rule was probably established between just us
And now I got space bars where my voice should be
But it's become more of an injustice
My puzzlement got me locked up in this prison
That I've been living in since the beginning offfff...
this year.
And there's a fire in your eyes its plain to see
And right now I'm hoping this is not another fantasy.
Like every book there's always the words and those are plain to see
But when I open the book I can read the seen words but the mystery lies between the lines.
So in a leap of faith I,
I cast my lines.
But, where do they lead?