he caught me when i was the weakest
he never let me fall or break down
he always caught my tears and held me close
he always made sure that i was okay
he used to love me
does he still? i hope so
i hope he thinks about me sometimes
i hope im stuck in his head
hes stuck in mine
and i dont... i dont think he'll be leaving my head anytime soon.
i wish so much for him to be here with me
i miss him more than anything in the world
the boy with the ocean eyes that hold so much depth
and when he looks at you, the boy with the lovely ocean eyes, you drown and it feels like youre starting to live again. those beautiful blue ocean eyes pull you out of reality and into his.
his reality is my favorite reality
everything feels good and safe with him
everything makes sense and nothing hurts
i wish i could do the same for him; make everything dissapear, and be just him and me
i have ocean eyes too, but maybe theres no depth, maybe theyre just too shallow for anybody to feel anything when i look at them. maybe i make people feel too empty
is that why you dont look into my eyes anymore?
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storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
