Ocean Eyes

He looks into my eyes with his baby blue ones, and for a second I allow myself to sink in them. The reality, however, pulls me back before I get lost. I feel insecure for a moment, because his eyes look like they looking at every detail of my face, every little flaw. Those eyes are definitely going to be the death of some girl, some very lucky girl. When my eyes meet back to his, I realize that I am that girl, that lucky girl who was ready to die. He looks at my lips as if he wished his were on them. At this point my heartbeat is not normal, it is probably running, running away from him. But those eyes, those fucking eyes, stop everything and in that moment I knew I didn't care. He leans in, when I find out, that I was already lost, lost in those baby blue eyes of his, a long, long time ago. There was no way I would find my way out and the thing is- I didn't want to find my way out, I wanted to be lost, lost in him, with him, in his ocean eyes.