Ocean Eyes

When she finally said those words to me, I had felt the winds change. A storm had gathered into her ocean eyes as she watched the words crash down on me like a wave pulling me under cold water. I was drowning in front of her; I couldn't capture air into my lungs, my brain spiraled into alert, and my instincts were screaming to fight the currents. But instead, I stared into the roaring blue eyes that trapped me underwater. The eyes I wanted to drown in, because she turned simple words into a hurricane at sea. So I watched her leave, the girl who I would find stood in the eye of hurricane. She lured people out of the chaos with false promise and bright blue eyes, and when she left they only find what they had before.

The girl with ocean eyes that made simple words into complex phrases like how to when rain turns into a hurricane.