"...you were pointing at the stars but i was looking at your hands..."

We were talking about dreams....

about love and trust and he said he wasn't ever really into love..

"Humans love too much, but don't ever trust enough.. Love is for the cowards and the day dreamers; Love is easy, trust takes courage. Nobody wants to trust now a days, they just want to love and be loved in return".

Surely a topic of that matter is debatable...

but who was I to argue with him?

I was a fool for love and he had dark, mysterious, shallow eyes.

One's that you can look into for hours and never truly see the end of the soul.

His eyes were deceitful and I spent more time trying to read them than listening to the words his lips would utter.

For every truth he spoke his eyes would tell two lies.

"Trust in me, but leave your heart out of it... because the second you start to trust me with an organ who's sole existence is vital to your existence, it is no longer called trust... then it's just plain old love... it's psychopathic love..."

He laughed.

The ground that I laid on shook...

and he pointed to the stars, but I was looking at his hands.