"What are you looking at, when you get lost in my eyes?"
He had no response so I began again
"In yours I see the storm,
I can see all the ways you hate yourself
And all the ways you rip and pull apart
All of your insecurities
But I also see the calm, and I feel the warmth
Coming from the sand under my feet
As I wait on the beach, in the eye of the storm.
Even through the chaos, in your eyes, I feel comfort and calm"
Then the storm came
and I kissed every drop off his cheeks

I dropped it and let him drift off
in my arms
He thought he got off free, but
I know when his eyes are closed
is when he's vulnerable and honest
And I asked again, with clouds over his mind
And his answer:
"Home"
The faintest mumble of a sleeping hero
Stopped my heart
"Your eyes bring me home"