Everyone talks about the spark behind his eyes.
I’m over it because I don’t fucking see it.
That shit is just potential fireworks,
festival sparklers
that haven’t exploded yet just fizzling out like the kid shit that it is.
It lets me know they don’t really know him.
Yet I can’t risk falling in love again
shit is sort of going good for me
but I like what I like and what I like are cold eyes.

The dead eyes kind. The abyss ones.
The expanse of space that have seen it all begin and end again and again and persist ones.
Eyes to get drowned in.
Eyes with no center no hope just reflections.
The kind of eyes you can see yourself in.
The god lens kind.
The inescapable void of all mankind…

Your eyes are like his to me.

I can’t risk falling in love again
shit is sort of going good for me
honestly so
I’m over it because I don’t fucking see it
right now…

 


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