The intensity in your eyes would always send me reeling.
I couldn't match your stare because it always took my breath away.
I consider myself easily moved and didn't want to go off the deep end with your eyes always the last thing I saw before falling into the oblivion that is my emotions.
But ultimately, easily manipulated me fell into the oblivion that was your eyes.
It was expected with how beautiful you were.
Brown eyes that were more nerve-wracking to meet than looking down large heights.
I was in over my head ever considering you were looking my way purposely.
You spoke of love in a skeptical way as if it was impossible to find.
At that moment, all I could hear was a love song asking you to come my way or at least look my way.
You never did.
Disappearing suited you.
It reminded me of those days before I met you and I knew that was all I would ever get: blank stares and silence.