There are times when I look into your eyes
my breathe comes to halt almost making me
believe that I would never resume breathing
.
.
.
.
Your eyes look at me like a gateway to an
unknown land, unheard of, like a map
unread stirring in me a desire to unlearn all
other routes
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.
.
.
How I wish to stay arrested in your gaze

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.