The Eyes Don’t Tell

How can you really know someone?

they say the eyes tell.....

but half the time, I see nothing but blank

in the way another can look at you...

with dry eyes, never a tear shed for you

but they keep you close

having no clue what the next move will be

you play along, wanting there to be good

but the eyes never tell....

some don’t listen, but actions speak

some don’t see it, but absence speaks

when they stay only when it is convenient

when you won’t hear from them for weeks

I wake up to the smell of coffee

my senses, always bleached

I force myself to stay awake

to hear the footsteps of the fake.....