Your eyes. They're deep. They're demanding. They're lonely. And frighteningly vulnerable at the same time. Your eyes never tried to speak, but they talk to me and tell me all about the warmth you've held back deep in the cracks of your soul to protect yourself from this cold, menacing, cruel world. They tell me all about the times you were forced to be nice when all you've wanted to be is real. They tell me all about your loneliness, not because you aren't loved and cared for, but because you've never really felt understood. They tell me all about the anguish you feel when you drown on the rocks and wake up on a bed of privilege. They tell me all about your struggles in finding that something that sparks joy. They tell me of the times you felt embarrassed of yourself, for not meeting upto your own expectations.
And If I could tell you just one thing, then I'd tell you to drop your defenses and soften just a little. Maybe I know how foolish it is to allow yourself to be fragile and look me in the eye. I know I hold back a storm within them and you know you could unleash it and we know it might be the death of us. But all I want is to let you know, is that,