your eyebrows look familiar. 

something in the way your arches are lifted at the catch of an eye, matching my smirk.

we’ve done this before:

danced between facial expressions — a more precise body language above the neckline — like we knew what we were doing all along.

but it’s just a subconscious grin, a nervous laugh and an awkward step toward each other. target locked, never loaded, always an intention to shoot.

you fit every detail on my list of qualities to make me want to hang on to your every word. but instead I look the other way. trying to find something else because I’ve heard enough from you. 

your first impression never impressed me.

you will not win this battle.