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Your lips, gentle and smooth, part with soft movement

And your eyes, though brown, are more than such,

Flickering with flakes of amber and gold.

The dark center holds the universe

And I fear that if I look too deep

I will fall into their grasps and never return.

I wonder if I will ever be able to escape from this black hole

I call a feeling.

Because each time your features enter my eyes

They change in the best of ways,

Showing in detail the way your hair moves

And the pigment of your skin.

The skin that I so desperately want to be close to

And if not I scratch in futile attempts to feel something.

Your arms wrap around anything but me

Each moment is a sizzling burn

And I can't bear to watch the spreading fire.

The warmth that radiates only makes me colder,

Freezing over my heart and breaking it from the inside out.

It is nothing but shards of glass, pasted together.

Pieces fall from the whole as the glue barely holds on,

Broken glass pierces my skin with every movement you make.

And I wonder what it feels like to not care about you.

If only we could pretend to be strangers,

Then maybe eventually it'll become true.

Watching it in movies, it looks easy,

But they don't know how hard it is to let go of someone

Who was meant to be yours since the beginning.

I could never forget the way your eyes squint a little when you laugh.

And when you smile, dimples form on each side.

How when you first touched my hand and looked into my eyes,

Time stopped and the world went blurry around me.

I could only see you.

Your lips, gentle and smooth, parted with soft movement

And your eyes, though brown, were more than such,

Flickering with flakes of amber and gold.

The dark center that held the universe

Sucked me into this black hole I call a feeling.

You pulled me into your grasps

And I wonder if I will ever escape.

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[Vicky]

I like how it comes full circle. 'Grasps' might be a typo.