When I see him,
I see a shade of blue so deep,
it puts the ocean to shame.
His eyes hold riptides–thrashing waves bracing against brazen terrain.
A shore so harsh it feels like you're walking on shattered glass.
Winds so sharp each gust breaches skin.
Tidal waves from the most tropical of storms crashing against one other,
Tearing ships and castaways to pieces.
And in his ocean eyes, I know this boy can't love me.
For the hurricanes in his mind take up every inch of space–
there is no room for anything else, not even for himself.
My light bares no aid to his desolate waters.
The warmth I provide is so quickly snuffed out.
And to fall in love with such turmoil will only leave me burned.
My problem is, knowing all this-
I dare swim into this ocean,
looking to heal, looking to save, praying I don't drown.
Praying that maybe the storm will clear,
we can find some perfect paradise and stay there.
But I know better.
And I can't let his Ocean Eyes drown me in the process.
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