I used to be so infatuated with your brown eyes, because though to some they were dull and plain, I admired the depth to them and everything they held. But I got too deep into them, fell too hard into the never ending abyss of your soul. There was no moving, for you wouldn’t let me plunge farther, but there was also no escaping. But he came along, with eyes blue and green as the lake on a sunny summer day, and once I began to understand what clarity was, I let myself fall into a new kind of breathless. Now you tell me you look into my sea green eyes and tell yourself you can’t do it- but where were you when I was drowning in you?
And for what it’s worth, my eyes are hazel