I wish I knew how to look at you,
because then I may understand why your eyes never smile.
They find my face,
but can’t bring themselves to answer my questions.
It breaks me,
because I never learned your language.
So I can’t ever be one of you.
The eyes that you gave me,
aren’t lasting out here.
I’m losing you,
Is this an addiction?
Am I suffering in silence or is this how you teach?
It seems you set me up for failure,
when I met you.
I hope you enjoy the taste.