They say eyes are the windows to the soul;
it's how you read people,
how you know when they're lying or telling the truth.
That look you had that rainy Wednesday is the same look I recently catch in you.
In your stolen glances, you tell me a story of
Pain, desperation, jealousy, and I'm curious.
Realizing new information I developed from perpetually analyzing our 5 minutes-we shared-
answers your rude comments as to why I still care.
Even after I have a different person I focus on and stress about appearance and hair?
Yes Mr. Haze I still care.
I hate your secret sufferings.
do you think I don't see that your stolen glances?
it pains me to look into your memorizing eyes and see you hiding the boy I fell in love with behind brick walls you've learned to falsely build.
All the words you've been taught to say are poison to my fragile heart.
All this because Immaturity fell like a bomb and The Grudge began to start.
After all that's happened you still have an effect on me
but The Grudge needs to be dissolved and discussion is key.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Haze
عشوائيMr. Haze is a jumble of poems about this guy and our complicated relationship. His name is Mr.Haze because of his amazing hazel eyes. True story. Enjoy !
