Curious Eyes

Curious eyes that hurt no one, staring like they’d discover the next secret within. Finding all the lines that couldn’t ever be straight—reaching for the depth even on the surface. Piercing pleasing fresh painted red fences like they were no strangers to this kind of war.

Curious eyes that never mirrored hate, just glancing innocently and seeping in all that the wind would miss. Finding things as their invincible claws clip and peel the surface even as they sit perfectly across the room. So calm, too calm like they served a purpose to provoke riots like this.

Curious eyes that never spoke a word, just translating the language of the soul. Inaudible and clear as they shine. Saying nothing and echoing all the ways they could ruin perfect composure and finding their way through the patch, the last crack from the hurt before.

Curious eyes that hurt no one. Proudly belonging to you whose name does start with an A, placed perfectly where it should be. Trail the lines lower and to the right; I’d find your heart just beating quietly as mine rattle through perfect ironed cotton.

Curious eyes that never mirrored hate, you shouldn’t stare too long, for I did conceal too much, enough to drown us both if our hearts agree. Curious eyes that never spoke the word; don’t stare too long for I borrowed letters that I’m saving for a blue moon, and if you find something I hid, far in my little broken red box, don’t tell a soul tonight. You’ll keep my torn Ribbons safe, and I’ll pretend that I don’t recognize your charm.

Curious eyes. Please tell me when you find me. Me’ tucked some safe distance neatly away, running slowly from the dance that would involve two. Curious eyes, would you catch me? Could you catch me?