Frosted Nights

i don't believe
in love at first sight.

our pupils exchange looks of deep expression even when we distant ourselves five-hundred feet away from one another.
my hat is askew in a way to cover my blemished face. you still watch me from afar, waiting for me to react. i search for you among the strange faces and sense sudden movement from a slender body. drinking my coffee, i fradulently look as though i do not notice.

my tongue is burnt from the hot liquid.

if this is all just gameplay,
then i guess i'm the one that's losing