My eyes betray me.
My hands have learned not to touch you.
My face has learned not to show any reaction to your presence.
My heart has learned not to flutter when you walk through the door.
But my eyes…
My traitorous eyes…
They expose all that I have fought to keep hidden.
My eyes deceive me.
Life has not been a kind mistress.
Life has left me cynical and afraid.
Life has taught its lesson of not getting what you want the most.
But my eyes…
My deceitful eyes…
They trick me into believing you could want me too.
My eyes torment me.
I try my best not to look at you.
I try my best to pretend you mean nothing to me.
I try my best to act as though you do not excite my senses.
But my eyes…
My cruel eyes…
They cannot help but follow every curve of your body.
If only my hands could follow the trail made by my eyes.
If only my lips could follow the trail made by trembling fingers.
If only passion could be ignited by a simple look.
But your eyes…
Your indifferent eyes…
Look upon me with no hint of desire.
I am bereft…
Alone…
Imprisoned by the light in your eyes.