They're empty
Every time I speak your eyes lose its color
Turning off when you see me
They turn on when I leave and
When I watch you talk with them
They're full
No one believes me when I tell them you hate me
They tell me that I'm overthinking it
But they don't see what happens
They don't watch your eyes,
They're cold
A sign telling me that you have zero interest in what I have to say
That you've shut me out completely
I'm not even in love with you, yet
I have this need to make you like me
It's your fucking eyes, man!
YOU ARE READING
word vomit
PoesíaA collection of depressing poetry I've written. Not all of them are good, but they're real and I think that matters.
