steel

My eyes. they tell a story.
You can look into them, and know,
-something-
about me.
I look into those choclaty and murky brown eyes and I'm met with steel.
A barrier, so carefully constructed and maintained with every word of truth and honesty you speak.
I feel uneasy.
You scare me.
All things i've said before.
My great mountain of a challenge packed into a slim figure.
I'm met with steel when I look into your eyes and I don't know what to do.
Baby, what IS your masterplan
You aren't the type to say things just to say them.
You are working towards something,

I would appreciate
it.
if you would...
fill me in.


What scares me the most is the possibility that you may not even know its there
So you hurting me might be inevitable.
I want to love you though,
to allow myself to love you
our personalities intertwine like no other
my laugh is so easy with you
i think twice only to strategize
how do I outsmart you next
its beautiful really,
that we can do that to eachother.
light a match baby, 
spark a flame of excitement over our fuel...understanding.
this is a dangerous combination our kind of people being content with being ourselves, 
-with- eachother
Our-selves are meant to be dance partners
yet i can't see behind those murky brown eyes of yours.
will I ever allow myself to feel this way?
I know i could love you.
I know you could make me love you.
Do I have a choice?