Monkshood Eyes

This poem was about the pinpointed moment I fell in love.

Basilisk

Unwitting and unwillingly you murdered me.

Your eyes are a myriad of daydreams.

Beginnings and endings run through

My head in those

Fast and short

Five seconds.

Blue seas surround me

Luring me into the deep end.

Do you care about me still?

Did you mean for this to happen?

Did you see the ending

while I saw the beginning when I looked into your

Monkshood eyes?