Thank you for releasing me. Thank you for being the one to step out of the fire. Maybe I'll leave now since I can no longer see you from behind the flames. Because it is your blue ocean eyes I imagined being the water to put out the fire. Those eyes I'd follow anywhere. It was your eyes I'd hope would set me free from my own personal hell. I could drown in your eyes, as I follow you blindly into their sea. You are like a siren to me.
I was clutching onto your essence for so long my fingers had locked in place. You had to unwind and pry each one off one by one by one.
-I think I'm still burning.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
ПоэзияFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
