and when you're angry
I can't look anywhere else but your eyes
when you're loving me the blue they emit
it's made of the ocean and the sky
but when you're angry
they're icicles waiting to fall
waiting to impale me
waiting to strike at me
because your icy eyes trap me
and you turn into someone I don't know
I don't know that strange man
you're not you
those aren't your eyes,
but they are