failing to do so. . .

i have seen that look many times
way before I met you,
way before you could ever happen,
and un-happen.

that loss of feelings,
that lack of believing,

the hit of seeing something not so special,
something irresistibly failing,
along which you don't wanna fail.

a lost will,
a reaction puffed,

words dying beneath a feeble breath,
dream crushing by the weight of hopelessness,

eyes trying hard to hide,
the hidden unwantedness,
the unknown pretense,
yet very meticulously giving away just the same.

i have seen that look many times,
way before I met you,

in the faces of many others,
wanting to love me,
failing to do so.