Les Yeux

Eyes are the windows to the soul and his doorways are a dull chestnut brown 
yet your eyes could never be as deep or as captivating as his. 

You try to catch the tiniest flicker of his attention but you just end up staring down at your shoes and draw little pictures on the ground with the crayons of your mind. 
Maybe he thinks you're weird--
You're just being paranoid. 

It's cute, he says, how you don't realize how much he loves you 
and how you don't know that 

he can't take his eyes off you.

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