one minute i hate your guts, and the next i'm hopelessly drowning in those ocean blue eyes and i know that we never have a chance because you have her and she's so much better than me but sometimes, for a few moments, i love to think that one day you'll talk to me like you used to and we could help each other heal our hearts that are shattered in a million pieces
-e.w.
If you haven't noticed, the boy with the ocean blue eyes is the same one in all my poems..