Untitled Prose 6

You always come up, the girl I don't know who's out of my league. What ties of heart you have here or there are swept up and away. I'm left to wonder what you're doing and how you feel, but your thoughts I know. I know them from your eyes. You have the same longing eyes. They're searching, and nothing can stop them. They host a fire that will soon be ice. They are destroyers. Nothing can stand your tragic gaze. Everywhere you look, the world falls apart. There's nothing to see, and that's all you want. You're alone, and you think love is hopeless.

But it's not. Look at me. I can bear your heat. I have your eyes. I know your thoughts. You can't expunge me. Just look.