we look at each other every day.
i'm not blind, i can see how your gaze changes each day.
it went from confused to curious,
to a gaze that seemed like you're challenging me
or you're trying to read me,
to a gaze that says you're aware of me and you care,
to a gaze that felt like a breath of fresh air.
i can't wrap my head around the situation sometimes
especially when i look into your eyes and you're already looking in mine.
even if it's in the midst of the crowd
or in a place where we feel like we're the only ones around.
why do we keep staring?
why don't we try to admit our true feelings?
— nnyl
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poems i wrote but don't have the courage to send
Poesiei believe that there's an invisible string that ties you to me, because what are the odds of seeing you in that place unexpectedly? i believe in psychological facts and theories, the ones which make me think that you also like me. the gaze, the body...
