look at me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing inside.
watching her sleep, peaceful, beautiful, innocent, erased everything from before. knowing she was just out of reach, but there close enough to touch without effort. taunting almost.
my sleep came with thoughts of her realising what i saw clearly, that she was the one i needed, and that she needed me as well.
but she was glorious and i was nothing, all i could do was lie there and watch perfection, hoping that she’d one day understand and love me.
