aesthetic // (poetry)

your eyes ;

i see you.
i really see you. it's been too long since our eyes have met, since suddenly there isn't enough air in the room and the air that there is is too heavy and oh god is it hot in here or is it just me? and that's the heat in your stare that says more than words ever could. it says 'i love you' better than you could ever vocalize, and that's what knocks the air from my lungs so acutely, so painfully. that's what you do to me.
your eyes make me the only one in the room, and you look at me like you can't get enough of me, like at any second i'm going to disappear and you'll never get to look at me again. it's a feverish gaze filled with passion and words unspoken, a gaze that tells me that no matter how much we deny it, you and i are entangled eternally. you cue me with your eyes while someone else says what you wish you could.
"what was it that made you fall in love with her? was it the sparkle in her eyes, her smile that lights up the room? or was it her personality that made you fall in love?"
but
you
have
her.
and you told me you love her.
but
your eyes lie.

the way you look at me betrays you. i think we can't lie with our eyes, or at least you can't. and when your sea meets my storm there is a collision that you must feel too, for the butterflies i get are too violent for them not to be reciprocated.
and yet behind these feelings is pain. you betrayed me, and your eyes show that you know it. your eyes say that you're sorry, that it's eating you up inside. my eyes reveal my pain.
the pain only you cause
and darling with the amount you induce, you will be the death of me.