If only she could see herself through my eyes
by psalmiseta
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If only she could see herself through my eyes
She would know that love at first sight
wasn’t just a illusion, it was something real, something undeniable.
She would see how her smile
sends quiet tremors through me,
I want to call her mine,
and be hers in the same breath—
but she’s not ready.
Maybe she’s still untangling herself,
maybe I’m just the space she rests
while her heart finds its way back.
Until then, I stand here—
caught between patience and longing,
feeling like I’m choosing for both of us.
She pauses. She drifts.
Maybe memories pull her backward—
echoes of what she once felt,
of what she lost,
of what she fears to feel again.
And I wonder…
if she’ll ever look at me
the way I look at her.