eyes.
I had once asked you, what is it that you love the most about yourself? And you said nothing. Then you turned around and asked me, Why do you love me? If I could erase one memory from my life It would be that, That moment. That look in your eyes. You werent scared, it wasn't hurt You had no hope, you had no purpose It wasn't teary, nither confident It was plain, It was just surving. Your eyes, The most painful eyes I have ever laid on. Why did I love you? Is it because pain finds comfort in pain? Or just because our eyes are the same, Yours and mine? I don't know what to answer. I stare into your eyes, You stare back, And we both know. We just know.