“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