tus ojos.

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[ october 20th , 2014 ]

could those light brown eyes

(or were they hazel?)

have read me 

before i was aware

that i was a story?

i remember 

how they startled me so

that i never dared to look in them

again

they seeped through me,

 as if you were searching for my soul

because you lacked one of your own.

it's not right for me to feel this way towards you, 

since you warned me before 

i knew

and before

you knew

but i'd hoped you'd change

because of what you meant to me.

but what did i mean to you?

i was just there to fill the space

and justify your jokes

(the kind you justify by saying 

you have one of me 

or someone like me

in your life)

i know that i meant nothing to you,

all those months of hoping 

were in vain

i saw it all 

in your eyes

when i last

saw you

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