When I got lost in your deep blue cerulean eyes, I remembered why I made cerulean my favorite color. I mean, I guess I’ve always liked blue, but only this shade could make me smile with my eyes rather than my lips.

The deep cerulean hues, I couldn’t help but to notice the twinkle they had every time you spoke, the little spark they got when you looked confused, and the dull lifelessness of them when you were sad.

I also remembered the way they shone when you looked at her. I never wanted to let it get this far; I never wanted it to come back. I thought it was gone, I never thought that’d I’d feel this way again for another person—not after last time. And now, I really wish I hadn’t.

Its like my every desire is destroyed by you and taken place by you at the same time.

So then why do you only look at her with those eyes? I keep thinking to myself it’ll pass soon. I’ve known you long enough, but it just gets harder every day.

The worst part was you choose her. She is the person who understands me. She is the person I tell everything too. She is the person that makes me smile.

I can see why you let your eyes smile at her like that. I understand… but I want that smile too…

I never understood the concept of jealous, and even as I read this piece out loud you’d still never understand it was you I was talking about. You’re just lost.

You’re lost in her and I’m lost in you. And I can’t bring myself to hate her, or you—just myself.

When I got lost in your deep cerulean hues, I was trapped. I couldn’t get out. I didn’t even have the chance to realize it had happened, until it was too late…

I just—hate this feeling.

When I got lost in the forest spring that was your eyes, I couldn’t help but to stare.

Then every small thing you did wrong or silly thing you did didn’t matter. That you liked my best friend didn’t matter. I just don’t want you to leave my side yet.

When I get lost in your cerulean hues, I hate myself…