With your eyes
you grab my hand
and pull me
out of bounds.

No, not quite.

You guide me
to the line,
but it's up to me
to step over it.

There's no referee
to call a foul play,
just guilt.
More guilt.

Just what I needed.

I inch my toe forward,
wanting to take
a full step, and
you push me back.

Now we're just standing here,
eyes full of everything
that will never
be spoken.

Words of lies, truth filled eyes.