Green Eyes

It's all about your eyes, every day every hour, I see them in my head staring at me in such a way that freezes me out, and how they transform into something magical with your dimples, your eyebrows, that milk skin of yours, and mostly with those small but perfect lips.

Sometimes I wonder if you ever miss the way that our lips got together,  the way that I grabbed you by your hips with all my strength, the way that I touched your cheeks, and the way it was when we were together. 

But now I'm lying on my bed thinking about you and the fact that you're gone, yesterday you hit me like a train and I just broke down.

Shit it feels so wrong...