//She.//He.//
Sometimes,
their eyes would still crash together
ever so slightly.
Bony fingers
grey hoodie
It's him
Don't look
Don't let him catch you stealing glimpses
//
Sharp nails
skinny jeans
It's her
Don't look
Don't let her catch you stealing stares
//
A defined jaw
crooked nose
and then
those crinkled corners
Don't go further
//
A pointed nose
mistreated lips
and then
that frame of dark lashes
Don't go past this
But it's already too late
always too late
And it does not last two seconds
but it's enough to drag both of them down
for there was no emotion
in either of them
(their façades)
Heads down
and
hearts even lower
Reading minds is yet
a not bestowed gift
So all that's left
is the assumption that
(after all)
their feelings were not reciprocated.
YOU ARE READING
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