It seems to be a reoccurring factor. Blue eyes just seem to be my kryptonite. I’m not used to blue eyes like yours though. they aren’t clouded with thought, but they also don’t promise pain. Your eyes have a certain freedom, like a breath of fresh air almost. To bad I can’t remember how to breath. To bad just like my other blue eyed lovers you will never be mine. This time the loss of never having is worse. Maybe it’s because I didn’t just fall for your blue eyes but I also fell for your contagious smile that seems more like a virus now. You were torn I just wish it was because of me and not my best friend that I could never hurt.