He looks at me in that way that men are supposed to look at women my eyes sparkle for him they are stage lights, they dazzle him blinding him to the fact that he is not the one I wish he was I wish he wouldn't fall in love with me my heart can't be healed by him because it's no longer in my chest it's been taken away I hear him whisper the words I pretend to fall asleep in his arms no reply then one day my pulse quickens just a little my eyes sparkle without me telling them too my laugh is real he has not healed my heart but I feel the emptiness less maybe if I let him he can make me real again