“You’re done, I wish”

Your cold shoulder

    My dark eyes

       

Your clenched jaw

    My silent cries

 

Your enticing talent

    My attention span

 

Your effect on me

    My nervous hands

 

Your loss of interest

    My steady fascination

 

Your distracted hazel eyes

   My damaged reputation

 

  Your intention

My lust

  Your confusion

My trust

 

Your dark humor

   My cold heart

 

Your silent pain

   My stifled spark

 

Beating heart

   Swollen lips

      Infectious voice

          Hardened fingertips