Not hard
Just jagged around the edges
Shards of glass on the inside,
Piercing my skin.

Your eyes reflect mine
Something of yourself left behind,
Causing suffering,
The sting of a bee.

Your kick in my guts
Makes me double over
But then smile
At a private joke
Made public.

Eyes that steal me from myself
Defying resistance,
Then returning me
To reality cleansed.