If Eyes Are Doors

The eyes never lie.

They betray us gently—

revealing what pride, fear,

and silence try to protect.

In one look

entire histories unfold.

Love flickers there.

So does resentment.

Hope. Regret. Longing.

You don’t need language

when two souls are brave enough

to look at each other.

Eyes are doors—

not to performance,

but to truth.

They are the place

where the soul forgets how to pretend.

And yet,

I do not know what mine would confess.

If someone searched them,

what would they find?

Devotion?

Grief?

A longing I have not named?

I cannot tell what my eyes say.

Maybe I have not looked

at myself long enough.

But I know this—

if there were another universe,

another version of me,

I would want to live it fully.

To love without hesitation.

To leave without fear.

To look into someone’s eyes

and not wonder

what truth I am hiding

from myself.