it was his eyes - i mean it was everything, but first it was his eyes. it was like you were being swallowed into a storm that spoke your name and swept you from home and kept you hungry and ate you up and knew all of your flaws and still sang so loud that you couldn’t block it out.

being with him was calling a flood into your ribs. i could feel the charge of his electricity skitter up my arms. he was destruction that stopped at your feet. he was a tornado that fit into my palms.

he didn’t need to call for me. the first time i met his gaze, i was already gone.