Drunk Writings at 3am

realy drunk prt 2

you are my most favorite fear.
you scare me in the way a riptide pulls its victim in,
effortlessly and quick
awareness has no chance to settle in before it's in
the middle of the sea
-too late and too difficult to escape
pulling away before you get too close
i dont want to get hurt
but that doesn't matter,
your eyes cut through me like razor blades- but i like the bittersweet sting
admittedly, your eyes are no razors, there's nothing sharp about them
they hold a whole world i want to explore
crystal blue rivers that sparkle in the sun,
soft moss that engulfs the ground and rivers all around
there's a certain pool-of-honey-kind-of-warmth about your eyes/ about this world that makes me so scared
for i know when i finally get the chance to enter
i'll never want to leave