If Stares Could Speak

They’re always talking about how if looks could kill

But I wonder about if stares could speak
I feel your pupils on me

See your head pulled towards my direction

Floating in my peripheral vision

You’ve sealed your lips

Leaving only your eyes open

Since we’re not talking

This is the only way I can decipher what you have to say

Are you looking at my low cut shirt

Or the rips in my facade?

Now that we face separate directions

Are you trying to see eye to eye?

I’ve turned my back on you

Brushed back the wisps of hair dangling in your fingertips

I left you in a pocket of memories

Filed you away

Along with the sets of VCRs I’ve already seen

I know the ending

So I’m not watching you anymore

But as my friends’ eyes collide with yours

While they wall me off from you

The only obstacles in your vision’s path to me

I wonder

What is there left to look at?

Why put an album on repeat

Unless you feel like the song is not over?