Why do you sleep with your eyes open
and why do you breathe out sighs everytime?
Do you still feed on
worries and uncertainties,
my love?
Are you still having the same dream every night
and will your shrug be a satisfying answer
to my otherwise unimportant question?

Your hazel eyes are now
almost a vessel
not quite empty
yet not quite filled
for it contains nothingness
and it holds them with care
as if nonexistence is fragile

But I want to stare into those eyes
and drown myself in the depth of that gaze
Once again

But I refuse to be strangled by guilt
Because darling from now
I'll stop sugar-coating words
Reading you make-believe allegories
Or sprinkling fairy dusts
of empty promises
I have ceased to be anything like you

Now,
why do you stay silent,
my love
when you can tell me to stop?
Is it because
you, too
are losing hope?