Love Shots

Don't.

I didn't like the way he looked.

It's as if nothing's ever changed. As if it's still the first time I accidentally glanced at him while his brown hazel eyes hypnotize me to be his prisoner.

I didn't like how I looked at him.

Because since then, it was still the way I looked at him. Still with the same weak eyes I used every time he would flash a smile that would turn me nuts.

and I didn't like the way I looked at him.

Because I know. I know that nothing would ever change the way I look at him no matter how time had passed. And it hurts me to know that I'm emotionally cheating on him and he's still the reason why.

Because no matter what, I'm still stupid for him. No matter what I do, I can't escape those brown hazel eyes that trapped me into a prisoner that I still am today. No matter how many tears I cried, no matter how many years had passed, I'm still in love with him.

No. fucking. matter. what.