You know you think you know what love is
Then you find yourself memorising every detail of the persons face
Because you're so afraid of what will happen when you don't get to see it anymore
You stare at his shitty brown eyes, how you could swim the dark Browns and light Browns.
The faint veins crawling on the surface of the white.
The way his eyelashes halo them. Short. Black. thick.
They rim his eyes like a fucking halo.
The way the skin wrinkles together when he crinkles his nose Is that even a fucking thing a person can do?
Did I make that up?
The hidden crows feet that only show when he loudly laughs
The faint circles underneath those fucking brown eyes, which are rimmed with another set of perfect short lashes
Ya know you think you know what love is, then you start doing that.
You're staring at this piece of shit human that you've decided to share some time with and you can't get over how mesmerising his fucking eyelashes are.
You're just struck by how magnificent he is down to the simplest detail.
God I crack myself up.
So to confirm all of this, you take your hand and you run the blade of your thumb down his cheek.
Feeling the bumps of his facial stubble and imperfections, right down to the oils coming from his pores.
You feel his life in you. That might be love,
or maybe it's appreciation.
Either way. God damn those eyelashes.
