Brown eyes or blue.
I know not anymore.
They often changed colour like my mind changes decisions.
Whether or not I should  tell you about my lovely infatuation for you, to you.
You know not what you do to me.
You don't know how many times you've taken my breath away,
and left me suffocating in your presence over the littlest things you do.

You drowned me in your laugh, and your voice sent kisses along my spine.
I shivered in response and the blood in my cheeks boiled.
I knew not how you'd react.
If after I told you the world would start to crumble to its core, and I'd be swallowed with it.
Or the sun would shine a bit brighter.
But neither the first nor the latter happened.

My hands we're violently vibrating.
My heart racing.
My grips to everything physical around me tightened.
I almost put myself into cardiac arrest.
Your eyes met mine, the world stopped.
I whispered things to you in that moment that could almost end my life all together.
But would it really be gone if it was standing right in front of me?
So I let my hope and dreams escape out through my mouth.
Hoping it'd become a reality.



Nothing happened.
Not the first nor the latter.
The dreams never became a nightmare.
Just empty space, empty air.
Just the echo of descending footsteps with awkward pitches.

I walked away after opening my chest to you, revealing everything I'd ever thought.
I wish now that the earth did swallow me, and made me into it's mantle.
Instead it made me stand in your sight, still.

And you left me feeling.
Not really feeling.
You left me... lost.
Not a feeling, just a state of mind. Lost.


I quietly sewed my chest together.
And mourned silently of what's left to my broken heart.
And we never again spoke a word to each other.
I am left with a hollow chest.
I know that you won't breathe life into me again.