Watery Gazes

You kill me every time… everything about you. I look at you and the more I look, the more things I find to admire. Sure you have your flaws, but they’re just the obvious ones, and they’re so insignificant- you have no idea; I can’t begin to describe it. When I look at you, you kill me. I look longingly into your beautiful eyes searching for an answer to my silent arbitrary prayers and you look right past me. Your gaze is like a sword- beautiful and powerful. When our eyes meet and you look through me- as if I was transparent - as if I was a reflection of something distasteful or mundane- as if I held no significance to you- as if I could fade, melt away right there and you would be unfazed- your gaze through me is like a sword: it pierces right through my sole. When you look away, it is turning the knife and I am left bleeding clear blood- invisible to your eyes. You don’t even know that your eyes are a dagger. They are, to be sure! Learn how to control your weapon lest you intend to hurt me.