I guess
I always wondered
Why doesn’t he
Look at me
Steal glances
With a soft, shy smile
In love so deep
I’d always think to myself
Maybe it’s just an old wives tale
But would his pupils even dilate?
I guess
I know now
Why you kept a
Straight face
Face forward
Don’t look down
Eyes turned up
Away from me
I guess
It’s because
Your eyes would
Tell me a story
How you truly feel
You’re not in
Love with me
And maybe
You never will be
Maybe you just loved
The idea of me