[brief daydreams about real people]
her eyes were like glass
so fragile i was scared to look at them
unless they would shatter
but her stare was so icy
like a turquoise beach
had frozen over
and her hair flowed like brown branches from this beautiful hive of bees
her mind
she could cut my lips with hers
and tell me she loved me
but every time she did
i only felt the empty desperation of attraction
her words were so prominent
and organized
and they scattered my brain until
i could not love her anymore
i could not love her
through the hurt
and the tears that she shed
telling me i was the wave that hit her glass eyes
even if i did everything just right
i could not love her
when she chose
to blame me
for her shattered eyes
-i fell in love with the green eyes of a twitter icon for a few brief moments.