Those big eyes, that's my problem.
My favorite problem.
Because it's those big eyes that control my every move.
My every breath.
My every emotion.
Those big eyes contain your entire story, and within that story
Is mine.
I hate those big beautiful eyes,
Because they see right through me.
They know how to wrap up my life in a bow and send it to the next heartbreak.
But they don't.
I love those big eyes.
Yet
I hate those gorgeous bullets
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