When he Gave up on us

by Cannot WAIT to leave teenhood

I can see it from his eyes when he gives up on us; his eyes turn so tediously-frosty and absent.

I can feel it from his tone; it becomes harshly-quick and sloppily-deep as if he had so much to say but nowhere to keep.

I can hear it from his voice when he gives up on us; its warmly-fervent and its ardour loses power...

He'd sigh often, and my heart would skip a beat; his broad chest would carefully move enlightens to me,
"hopes are no more there to seek"
Deeper I looked at him with wide curious eyes,
Leaving me with something I didn't want to feel- his right

I shivered all the worries away and embraced him with a bright lovely smile for a close-loving hug...

That's when I realized he gave up on us