"You have the most expressive eyes," you said. Sigh. I believed you.
I still don't know... Is it the reflection of every bit of me from my secrets no words could unfold to my shallow happiness, a given sight to behold; Or is it the sparkles you knew you brought that I without a second thought would admit, with certainty that you and I would fit That you loved more about me.
You'll never know... With the same glass you used to read me through I memorized and engraved your complexity on tissue folds and pumped blood within me; With the stares that met and laid us both naked, deep, hard and unstoppable I fell; but your heart remained calm and still I ended up hiding and locking myself up in a shelf.
"You have the most expressive eyes," I should say. It was goodbye; I cried.