the eyes you drowned in are no longer special, you lie in bed thinking about them. 

the eyes you swore held the whole pacific ocean and more and more and more.

the eyes that held answers to all your questions now only present questions.

his eyes are not poetry, they are not the sun and the moon and the stars. his eyes aren't special.

his eyes are blue, just blue. they are not the sky reflected, they're just blue.

and he isn't a poem come alive. he's just a boy, not the next romeo.

the boy who you swore was the apollo come alive, sunshine incarnate, just a boy. and nothing more.

midnight revelations don't count for much.