I can't remember the last time I touched your face But I can feel your cheekbones digging into my mind like the feeling of taking a shovel hollowing out my own grave to lie in When was the last time I was able to run my fingers through your hair? Untangling hair is easy, but I haven't yet found anything to get out the knots in my stomach If someone asked me what color your eyes were, I couldn't tell them But I could explain just how it felt when they looked into mine Like when you look into the sun and are blinded by its immense beauty, so blinded you can't see the inevitable damage it inflicts upon every pore Except I haven't yetΒ found anything to protect myself from your stare What if my skin burns before you can feel it again And how will you feel if you're too bright that I can't look anymore? You might begin to miss the fact that nobody can look at you the way I do before you even realize I can And I could tell them how you felt when mine looked into yours despite the fact that you can't Because you don't know what it's like to feel something other than your own fear But I'm not afraid of you anymore, I have no fear I have some hope you can have, it's been growing for quite some time And I may have some more strength left, although dealing with you feels like running to a destination that doesn't exist I'm tired of being selfish and hogging all the feelings And I think I'll share with you