I'm sorry, I don't really know who you are...
But I saw you yesterday, and well, I've been seeing you a lot these last week's,
But yesterday was different, you appeared really sad, I would have spoke to you. But the bus carried on passed.

It's a mess, chaos,
Jarring my head and forcing my eyes shut.

Thoughts ricochet through,
Spinning, repeating, making me dizzy and blind.

I'm a mess, my mind is chaos, my chaos is my life.

A maniac and a saint, what a mix hey?!

Hey!

Wait!

I've gone insane!

It makes no sense! It's spinning, everything,
I'm dizzy

Cloudless sky, full moon and the golden setting sun.
Tonight's a bombing night.

The sun set bathing the land in a warm hue, illuminating her hair in a perfect glow.
Tonight's a bombing night.

The air is silent, absent of the roaring engines that accompanied a night like this merely 70 years ago.
Tonight should be a bombing night.

But it won't.
The only bomb to drop is....

Wait! ****!
What was that?!

Fall in love.
Memorise their face.
Their personality.
But pay close attention to their eyes.
If you love them their eyes will be perfect. The eyes never change.

I remember her eyes.
I remember how they glimmer when she's passionate about something.

I remember her eyes, with the most beautiful shade of blue, that would be more at home on a Caribbean beach.
Blue, like a cloudless sky, so relaxing, so enticing, so magical...

Her pupils, surrounded by a hazel chocolate ring.
Just bright enough to contrast her pupils and the perfect break for the sea of magical blue.

Her eyes, that when she was sad,
dulled,
made the day colder, made my heart sink. Makes my heart sink.
But when she was happy, they shone, shone like the brightest stars, made the day warmer, and made my heart race, chase, duck and dive.

Her eyes, that I'll never get to see again, not the same way. Because I lost them.
We were not meant to be "more than close friends"

Yet I remember when she used to obsess over me, and her eyes would glow like the purest gems and the chocolate ring would shine like polished gold. And now....

Now they don't....  They don't do for him what they used to for me...
My eyes when I see her glow, well up, and flood.

Because I lost her. The one pure thing. I lost her. Her eyes will never again save me.
And I can't save myself....

Is it when everytime your heart beats you feel a stabbing sensation and like you'll surely die?
Is it when every breath sends a slicing pain through your chest?
Is it when you've not slept for an entire week because they left you for your best mate?

Is it when you will still be there for her and walk through the pain, run to her, crawl to her if you have to, just so long as you reach you to make sure she's safe if she needs you?

Is it when you've not slept for an entire week, and your heart is ripping apart inside your chest and you're falling apart and you still smile and remember every little detail about her?

Is it when you want nothing more than for her to be happy with her new boyfriend, but at the same time you want to wake up and it all be a nightmare and she's still with you, is that love?

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

The warmth of the sun on my neck as I leant in...
The breeze, blowing a strand of hair across her face...
Her blush as I slowly caress her cheek and brush the amazing hair away from her perfect eyes...

The way that she licked her beautiful red lips...
Birds chirping and the crashwaves rolling in...
Her, nervously chewing her bottom lip as she looks up at me...

The taste of her lips, as I press them against my own, the sun burning on the back of my neck.
Her hair blowing in the breeze, blowing everywhere,
But neither of us stopping as we're lost in that moment.

My hands rest on her cheeks, hers around my shoulders...
The sand beneath our feet, and the dunes behind us, picture it...