Try to promise myself I'll treat you coldly
never let my eyes stray to your face
your perfect face ... maybe not beautiful
but something I can't determine.
Is this actually love I feel?
Or is it just the fatal tryst,
the attraction, of a moth to a flame?
Why am I addicted to you?
My protective cool walls tumble
in a split second, just after
watching your pale face light up
and your jade aqua eyes glisten.
You said you only did it because -
because you were simply bored.
Yet in your playful break of tedium
you managed to split my heart.
Tears stung my eyes as I strode
out of the near deserted room
my eyelids blinking furiously,
reluctantly sore and red.
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