I find myself thanking god your eyes are blue
So that I can blame these bruised knees on the feeling of falling on ice
So that I can piece together some vague explanation
as to why my skin feels heavier when I’m around you

The blue from your eyes makes me feel like I carry the sky

I blame your gaze for the stinging I feel in my face and the burning I feel thick over my eyes
When I can’t make sense of you or the air it feels like you’ve left as new breath in my lungs
At least I can seek comfort in knowing that you resemble the chill of a season

Your body is a constant motion that reminds me of the tides
and I thank god for that because I can feel you pulling me in,
stuck in your undertow