Tell me you’re not unreachable.
Hell, tell me you’re not unreasonable.
Your eyes tell stories.
So I sit, captivated by their tales.
I’m not obsessive.
I’m closer to enthralled.
There’s no way I could make you understand why.
There’s no way I’ll try.
I wish I knew your thoughts.
I know that’s a lot to ask,
But the curiosity is amazing.
And the thought of you, sedating.
Calming.
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