A/N- I finished Hamilton after putting off the ending for a week and I'm ugly crying but I have to feed my readers here ya go *throws handful of gay* *sobs* *Sad RAWR XD*
They say eyes are the window to the soul,
But I have a fear of eye contact.
To me,
Eye contact isn't
Respect,
Easy,
Or painless.
I only manage it with people I feel safest with.
I don't want people to be able to see me if I don't even like who I see in the mirror.
I can still pay attention without directly looking at someone.
There are other ways to see into souls.
How they talk about art,
Music,
Books,
And people closest to them.
The way they sleep,
Their favorite animal,
If they are a morning or night person,
Or if they like chocolate or vanilla.
See?
That dug a lot deeper into your soul than me staring into your
Over glorified colored face orbs.
YOU ARE READING
Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PoetrySam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
