Eyes tell stories and are windows to the soul
These eyes I peer into
They could be so cold

His face hiding any little hint that he even has emotions

When in person you'd barely receive even two
words

Through messages he's not timid, yet confident and full of life

I swore I could manage this flipping of attitude
Yet it gets to me
It manages to leave me heartbroken, lost, and afraid

Afraid that one day he'd realize he doesn't want to talk, wave, or even care

I hold onto this thread-thin friendship
Wishing that one day he'd hold on to