it's the pigment in your eyes
that drowns my doubts.
it crashes down like a rolling wave
that i can never quite brace myself for,
and i let it drag me out to sea with every gaze.
but don't bother calling the coastguard,
because i like being lost in your eyes.
they're a precipice of light blue,
so sharp and alluring.
i misjudged my footing and have been falling for four months
but i don't mind,
i'd risk a couple broken bones for you.
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