some kind of stubborn.

A sheen can be noticed
riding just above his lips,
a cool sweat there,
and a matching nervousness
brightens in his bold eyes.

But that’s all he is able to say
without actually using words.

Everything else is much too covered up
like how deeply his feelings are rooted
to the heart she turns from,
like how he is not this man
she has convinced herself he is,
cold and deceiving and cruel
to the warmth of others.

This will be the chance he takes,
humiliation of his own,
an openness he hides too
from anyone of any potential.
This will be the chance he takes.

This, too, will be her chance
to see more of that
handsome man in the black coat
so gingerly placed in the corner of the room
with his eyes on her,
waiting for the perfect approach.

And in the most modest way
she pretends not to see
while silently asking herself
where that softness came from
when the soul of a man is so hard.

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2 Comments to “some kind of stubborn.”

  1. this is quite excellent. well done.

  2. “But that’s all he is able to say
    without actually using words.”

    that’s so beautifully put. we often speak volumes without realising, showing the world its reflection in our eyes.

    love it :)

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