Will you at least look at me?

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I saw you today, Like I always do with your pondering glare looking straight,that glare means a thousand words to the eyes that dare not to look forward at me without striking the presence of tearful bliss in the air.

The mist that surrounds us isn't daring or nurturing it is us, pure rage just withering inside us despite the fact that we barely talk since the time that you and I have decided to elaborate our meaning of 'distance' to each other.

The despicable rage that hinders between us stalk the eyes of your nature which are pure black despite the irony of rage resembling red.

There's a darkness in your soul that grew since we've been apart and  days go by you finally realize which I hate to accept that life is now about business..nothing personal just business and you drawn away from being able to withstand anything closer to you than just a job or meeting.

You don't actually remember what love felt like.
Now me, standing at least two feet away you hate yonder in my direction and face the actuality if it all.

You hate me
because you loved me.
and that makes all the difference..

no wonder you won't look at me.