the last time i let my eyes get close to you,
my head told them to stop.
my eyes can go where i cannot.
my head stays where i belong.
anarchy. anarchy.
i waited for you to take
yours away from mine.
for it to be safe to look at you
my hands are shaking-
all of this inside me.
don't you know that i can see you in the corner of my eye?
don't you know that i know you can see me?
your eyes like daggers;
you their demon.
mine like keyholes;
i'm their keeper.
letting you look inside.
but you're silent
until you're not.
why don't you start making some noise.
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