warm honey ▸ poetry

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People talk about how brown eyes are just brown eyes until you fall in love with someone with brown eyes.

But, I fell in love with someone different. I fell in love with someone who carried blue eyes.

Icy, sharp, baby blue eyes that formed a glare. A glare that will forever be burned into the back of my mind because of what I did.

I ruined his life. In three words that I knew weren't true.

Three innocent, pure words that punched him in the heart and left behind nothing but a bruise.

Three words that spelled out I - l o v e - y o u.