Her

I used to write about brown eyes as if they were nothing more than melted pools of chocolate when the truth is brown eyes hold so much more to them than their color it’s insane.

You can look into someone’s eyes and see their dreams, their deepest darkest thoughts and sometimes their secrets.

Brown eyes are no different.

I met this girl in high school, right? And back then, her eyes were so expressive I couldn’t look at them for longer than a couple of seconds because I felt as if I was viewing something I wasn’t supposed to be.

And what's crazy is that she still has the type of eyes that brings men to their knees and strips them bare because that’s what she wants, what she needs.

She has her secrets, her dreams, and when she smiles, I can see thunder and lightning in her gaze.

I'm always tempted to grab her by the face and tell her that I see her, but it's more fun catching the dark looks she shoots my way or the way they lighten when she laughs.

Her eyes are brown, yes, but they are so much more than pools of sugar.

They are the hardened husks of trees built to protect the forest of her soul.

They are the hand-crafted tables where she sits and outlines her goals and ambitions with ink-stained fingers.

They are her coffee flavored kisses in the morning and her whiskey dripped lips late at night.

They are the color of her ancestors and family members and the pride she carries in the color of her skin.

They are her, completely her, and no matter how many times I stare at them I always fall to my knees under the weight of their intensity.

Every day I fall more in love with those beautiful, incredible, beyond average brown eyes.