It's hard to read you,
you are like a mystery and I am like a detective,
eager to figure you out,
with piercing green eyes,
you look so intensely at me,
like you've got me all figured out but I haven't had one clue about you.
And then you f*cked me,
and it was like I could feel the intensity of what goes on inside you,
like I got a piece of the puzzle,
but I'm still left here; dying of the curiousity of what really sits,
behind those green eyes.