His eyes are
self-explanitory,
yet so intricate
that I can't help stare
at his pure contradictions.
It's so infuriating,
and somehow,
spirit-lifting.
You'd never understand.
He has this
kind aura surrounding him,
yet I can feel his
cruelty becoming strtonger.
Sometimes, he says too mch,
so much that I cannot bear
in such a strident pitch
that I'm more than just scared.
Other times, he doesn't say enough.
It's not enough to remember he's there,
next to me.
He uses such a susurrus tone,
I'm scared for dear life
because I forget he's holding my hand.
I don't know if he can feel it,
that presence he's
scarred me with;
I know he realizes though,
and that too,
can be far too much for me.
I avoid his impenetrable gaze,
too scared to breathe,
too scared to move.
His eyes are
self-explanitory,
yet so intricate
that I can't help stare
at his pure contradictions.
It's so infuriating,
and somehow,
spirit-lifting.
I'll never understand,
and that,
that is what scares me most.