His eyes were the hardest part to read. He looked away as often as he could and only looked back when I wasn't. I thought I remembered them being blue but everytime I pictured him they were green, like a snakes.
It's one thing to love someone, but it's something entirely different to invade them while you know they can't do anything.
In all my years there was only one thing that could hurt me until now, the ocean.
I had never been scared before, but now everything was about drowning. Everything was about losing.
Nothing was about love anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Waterless
PoetryIf music be the food of love, play on. All the worlds a stage, and two players will dance with each other to make them weep, laugh, or shout. Anything for approval. Dance with me unto night and I will kiss you unto daybreak.
