Hypnotise.
There's always been this one thing about her. I can't put my finger on just what it might be. There's always this energy she puts off that says that she's lost or gained something. Whatever it is, I think it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
She's always kept things from me. I know that. This thing though, it's different and new to both of us. It's no change though, because she's always been different than the other girls; different in all ways possible to me. Even though she doesn't want me to know her as well as everyone else does; I know her more than everyone else.
Those eyes, they tell me things. It's like when she looks at the sky, flirting and teasing it for the answers she wants. Her eyes tell me my answers, my answers towards her differences. Through her eyes, I get the view of how she sees things; how she sees me.
They hypnotise me. The skill they use is a mystery. All I know is that no matter how many times she pushes me away, there's always that glimmer of refusing to let me go. She's got a spark of green in her eyes, I bet she's never noticed.