Automatic Eyes.

This is almost what I felt. Not the stuff that happened or anything. Just the feeling.

Staring at the mirror through your hair,
you can’t see everything that you did to me.
With your automatic eyes, five years disappeared.
FIve years disappeared that night.

Do you want me to stay,
Do you want me to go?
Do you think I recognize
the look on your face when you think that
I know?
Blinded as the shades draw closed,
time’s up for us
Would you want me to go,
If you knew what I know?
If you knew what I know.

Staring at the wall above the bed,
I can’t sleep with all the secrets that you keep.
With your automatic eyes,
five years disappeared.
FIve years disappeared that night.

-William Beckett
thewilliambeckettblog.com