You’re eyes look like the morning;
golden crevices, red veins,
smoggy clouds chasing

But I only say this because my eyes look like night.

And
when i look at you it burns and repels,
we rub on each other’s edges.
But still you chase my shoelaces,
I ****** at your collar

I’ll never know what it feels like to be expected of
but in a good way I guess

Darkness accumulates where no one can see it
and there my secrets shed and leak from night.
But who can see me when you've made them
Blind.