my chest a bottomless pit, i wonder if it's worthwhile anymore. but the grass stains on my dress make me smile shyly, thinking of your sapphire eyes so blue; so intimidatingly beautiful, i could barely hold your gaze for more than two seconds. yet i pushed for three and i'm glad i did; i saw the black circle in the middle invade more of your blue space and your cheeks turned a soft pink, head downturned, wavy brown hair falling across your forehead. a month old memory which i attempted to dull with substances while it remains vivid and intact as though it happened just yesterday. i fear the power you have over me; when my phone sounds my hopes rise like a tide in the storm and comes crashing down when it's not your name. i'd like to see you again, may i see your sapphire eyes ?