systems

certain stares

i used to think that the way you looked at me gave me magic.

the way your muddy brown eyes would stare into mine.

"we should have a staring contest," you had suggested.

my low confidence told me that you would win,

but you didn't.

i couldn't see your eyes.

not because you're asian, but because of your dark tinted glasses.

i could tell by your eyes you were hiding something from me,

but i hoped it wouldn't be that.

now when you stare at me, i'm not sure what to feel.