A faint fog falls
Over my tired eyes
It's the same that covered them before
Yet still a part of me dies
Our gaze connects,
For only just a moment
My heart skips a beat
I'm locked eyes with a poet
An uninvited smile splays on my lips
A second of joy
Then ruined by reality
For, I am just a boy
She is a girl
Small and kind
I cry that I can't have her
Because my soul to you is signed
I catch glimpses of him in mirrors
That strange boy
He's so shy, but he's so loving
Yet most treat him like a toy
He wanders the empty streets alone
No one can see him
He is there
You called this my "sulk walk"
You said just to talk to you when I'm upset
But I don't have you anymore
I don't have anyone here
I blocked her out so she won't get burned by my fire
I don't know anymore
And neither do you
But at least you moved on
But did you really?
Am I mistaken in this?
Am I reading too far in to your poems?
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