never did I think that I am able to read the truth from your eyes
though you utter words of endearment hoping they comfort me but your eyes sold you out
your eyes are telling me that in the core of your heart written are the words of your judgement unsaid criticism                          
that when time allows they come gushing like a raging sea                                          
and if I could hear those I would drown
these streets are painted with false prophecies of proclaimed profanity against decisions that were made in solitude
don't you ever wonder why
before you crucify me with scrutiny  
before you sentence me
realise that these constitute my vulnerability