i never liked blue eyes.
they reminded me of ocean storms. brown eyes were always warm blankets, and green eyes were a calm forest.
green and brown were safe havens while blue spoke of nothing but danger. the ocean waves were always trying to pull me in and drown me. i was never a great swimmer.
somehow i came to love the ocean storms. they excited me and made me feel as if i could do anything. they made me want to succumb, and i did.
the water was calm at first, but eventually a storm came. the waves were too strong and i struggled to keep my head above water. the blue shifted to something i once again feared.
i miss the feeling of floating in calm water, but i'm scared that the ocean will swallow me whole and that i won't make it out again.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
