Love and hope fill your eyes,
while guilt and regret sneak in their edges.
Tenderness covers your smile,
but hesitation can still be seen.
Longing and eagerness are in your touch
accompanied by plenty of doubt.
The distrust and anger in my eyes
are right next to the sympathy within them.
My empty smile is paired with a raised eyebrow
and just a hint of sincerity.
Happiness once equaled my touch,
but now it must be restrained to avoid any pain.
A part of me feels bad for you
like I shouldn’t be so mad.
Then, I look at all you’ve done
and it all makes sense again.
You did this to yourself,
so now I’m only looking out for myself.