Maybe, Someday.

Listen.
Listen to the silence that echos words unsaid.
Can you hear it?
A distance that there was. Still existing.
Maybe, Someday, you will see me in your eyes, that worthy. Maybe, your eyes can meet mine, without, getting sick. Maybe, i can push my hand against your lush black hair. Move my hand, over your face. Just touching the bones of your forehead, the bridge of your nose, the softness of your lips and the skin of your chin, with the tip of my finger. Outlining, the beautiful you.
"Even if you can't see me, you can feel me."

How can it ?
That you don't see how much i love you?
I saw you today. Five months later.
Exactly the same, to my memory of you. Just as gorgeous.
Fabulous black hair, an unopposed radiant smile. The eyes, now, have lack of sleep-bags. The eyes, that carry the disappointment, the betrayal, by someone you called your own. Pain, that only you would understand. The shine in your eyes, that hides all of, You. Portraying a figure, who your not.
Maybe, you will let me hold you, close, when you trust me. I won't hurt you. I won't enter, i won't read your eyes eloquently, without permission. When you, let your walls down.
" I never had walls standing up for you, to enter."

*Someday, i am gonna be free and they won't trying killing me, for being me.*

Your exceptional, i just don't understand, how you don't see it.
-Flies, that are like dragons, not dragonflies.-

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