Our eyes met unexpectedly, and I caught myself staring right into your thundercloud grey eyes. I could swear they had changed color. Previously, they had been sea blue and I had to hold on to things like chairs and lean against the walls at the school's dirty hallways in order not to drown in them. Now, I could no longer hear the waves or catch a glimpse of the sparkling water. What I saw now was the calm after the storm and what I heard was only the silence after a far too long battle. What was it that had changed? Me or you? Or were it maybe both of us? You looked away and pretended that you hadn't seen me. That you hadn't seen the change of color in my eyes too. I really wanted to talk with you, I really wanted to fix this, but maybe it's not possible to fix something when you do not know what's causing the problem. Maybe, after all, it was not meant that you and I should be together, but you were perfect and I couldn't let go of something that was not mine to begin with. It was almost like you were my soulmate, but I wasn't yours. What was it that made me feel like I couldn't be with myself completely until I was with you? When had I stopped being independent?
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PoetryThis collection of poems is about the journey through tough times, heartbreak, and the confusion that can occur when you try to find your own identity. Every poem is important to me in its own special way, and every poem has its own special meaning...
