eyes. eyes are full of betrayal, the window to our soul we fail to curtain from the light of other eyes. eyes wandering, hearts feeling what the mind cannot.
you may look into my brown orbs and see something that no one else seems to see. or you may look into the same eyes and see something that everyone sees. eyes are so -- different. i cannot hide anything through my eyes. you look through my eyes and you will see that i am much more than what i show you.
i look into your eyes, and i see it all. all the pain, all the heartbreaks, all the happiness, and most importantly, all the kindness. but you never say the same for me, because sometimes things are better left understood and unsaid.
and so i see right through your eyes, they're the window to your soul that you fail to curtain from the curious light of my own pair. and you don't like to show that you're broken, but that's okay. because in some way or another, we all are.
you just forgot that you see more reflections in a broken mirror.
and so as the tension between us grew, i began to see a little more of me in you.