Blue Eyes. are they worth crying over? Leave you hurt every time. Haunting looks, cast in your direction. Will you ever shake the ice they leave in your soul? You want to not care, but your will is not that strong. Glances melt you, but not in a good way. They burn you straight through. You feel so exposed. Like the first time you showed those eyes your skin. But they penetrate deeper. Cutting you down layer by layer. Peeling you down to your core. They see who you really are and they hate you. But you can't accept that. You keep trying and trying, but those icy eyes see through it every time. Always hurting you. Always turning your clover green eyes puffy and red. But you can't let go.
We all run from our fears, yet we are told to face them. I for one think that fear makes us stronger, not weaker, and more alert;more adept to survive. Many times the cocky one in the horror flicks die first. Why? Because they have no fear which leaves room for stupidity. Fear is a necessary part of survival, those who say otherwise are ignorant to how survival works. I am not ashamed of my fears, and you should not be either.
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