I see poetry in your eyes not the kind written in pretty lines but the kind carved through lifetimes... In your eyes I don’t see confusion I don’t see questions I see allusion at its finest... The kind that doesn’t ask permission The kind that doesn’t need validation... The kind that doesn’t come and go like temporary feelings... In your eyes I see love But not the fragile kind Not the kind that runs when things get real... I am talking about the kind of love that looked at darkness and said your not heartless... I have worn pain like second skin I have carried heartbreak like it was my name... I have stood in rooms full of people yet I still felt invisible... I see every version of me that had to break heal rise and rebuild... So look at me not with fear not with hesitation but with that same truth your eyes have been speaking this whole time... Because I did not come this far to be halfway loved and you did not come this far to pretend that love does not exist... ©orcale_333