I don’t want to look at you,

But your eyes are magnetic,

A brown, deep black hole aesthetic,

I could fall into your eyes,

You lure me in, but are apathetic.

Your eyes deepen to a gloomy black,

You look through me.

I know you could never like me back,

I look away, as to not torture myself,

I try to not love you,

Your eyes are no help.