Pretty Eyes

Pretty eyes that tell lies As easy as breathing How do I end up Falling over and over again For the same type. The ones with visions & dreams, Meet my dead eyes with no hope And ignite a spark That lasts about a month at max. And then, the same story plays on repeat Leaving my dead eyes with tears... And a maniac like me Feels grateful For feeling anything at all. But sometimes, Just sometimes I wish my thoughts weren't so heavy. I wish I wasn't so invested, Being a hopeless romantic, I hate myself for Loving so selectively and yet So wholeheartedly. I have no clue What magic they do to me But pretty innocent are cursed... I wish I could look away, Not care so much, I wish I could unlove my love Who hurts me the most.