stories I'll never write

four.

"Your eyes remind me of the word beautiful.
Both so intriguing when you first see them.
Inviting, inticing, pulling you in to it's beauty you believe it holds. But it's all a lie isn't it?
Your eyes, that word, they morph reality. They take my thoughts, they take my heart, and they twist.
Your eyes pull me in, only to spit me back out. They hold a false sense of hope that has a grip on to every bone, every heart string.
The word beautiful does the same. It seems so perfect until you realize it's all a fake, all a lie.
Your eyes were never good and I was never beautiful.
Yet I still fall for that word and I still fall for those eyes."