his eyes,
were void of emotion.
like a fire that was once lit.
or a dog that was long left neglected.
and when she fell into his embrace,
his mind screamed
"i love you"
but his heart could not process
this foreign emotion
his actions were true.
but all she felt was disinterest.
her eyes,
were waiting to be found.
a cry out for love.
pouring everything onto a page on a late night thought train.
her eyes burned
"i loved you"
but her mind could not feel
his thoughts
all she felt was alone.
k.h.
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