Vents

I'm Screwed

Blue is the color that will end me. The damn blue of his eyes, it's like the ocean when it's angry and there's a thunderstorm. How ironic, he has a fear of the ocean. I have a fear of those beautiful eyes of his. They're going to suck me right back into this idealized concept of being loved and adored. It's not possible, and my time is being wasted on him. Have you ever been so happy though, as when you're wasting time?