|07:26 pm - She had eyes bright enough to burn me there, they reminded me of yours.|
Intimacy means knowing and being known, but your eyes have become impersonal. Your desire is absent. Your love is lacking. Your incapacity for intimacy is enthralling. Maybe I can make you love. Maybe I can fill those eyes with hope; that heart with warmth. Your distant stare and your wandering ways are consuming. Maybe I can be the one who makes you want to stay.