Green eyes, blonde hair,
she left me speechless with just her stare
I want to drown in her gaze until I can barely breathe,
If only I can find her, before she leaves
Eyes that drown like the deep blue sea
Until we meet again
I tell myself that it’s a start. Writing poetry is hard and finding inspiration is even harder.
But lucky for me, I think I just found my new inspiration.
I put the notebook down on my night stand and lay in my bed flat on my back, staring at the plastic glow in the dark stars that stick to my ceiling illuminating a pale green.
I take a breath and reminisce about my day.
And for the first time in a while, I forgot about the drug that sits in my right coat pocket.
5
Genevieve
I wake up to Lana still sleeping like a baby beside me. Lucky bitch. I spent the whole night tossing and turning, my mind racing with thoughts of him. And yes, I say “him” because I never got his name and it’s driving me batshit. Which, honestly, is a new feeling for me—no onedrives me, Genevieve Brown, insane. I feel like an idiot for not asking his name. But I was too busy drowning in those deep, still-blue eyes of his—like he could hypnotize me into forgetting my own name let alone remember to ask his.
I quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake Lana.
When I look out the back door, I’m immediately blinded by the snow’s reflection. It’s so bright and white that I have to squint just to look out.
Last night, Lana and I ordered some food through Doordash. We ate chicken tenders and shared a salad while I went on and on about the guy who caught my attention. I’m sure Lana’s annoyed by now, but I can’t help myself. He’s literally my dream man. If only he’d been in a swimsuit instead of those damn thermals, then I could’ve seen what was really underneath.
Today, Lana and I are hitting the spa for a full day of indulgence: massages, mud baths, hot springs, and mani-pedis.
I’m distracted with thoughts about the snowboarder that ran into me. How am I ever going to find him again? I can only hope he shows up at the spa, though I’m not exactly holding my breath. What I do know is that his eyes—those stunning blue eyes—arelike nothing I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean; deep, mysterious, and calling me to dive in. The moment he ran into me, I was completely entranced.
I’m jolted by a creaking noise from the floorboards. I glance away from the snow and, through my blurry vision spot a half-asleep Lana.
“Good morning,” she says through a yawn. I also yawn.
“Morning, Babe, how’d you sleep?” I ask, letting my eyes adjust to the warm colors behind her.
“Like a rock. It must be the mountain air,” she says, smiling.
“Good, I’m glad one of us did.”
“You couldn’t sleep?” She asks.
“Nope. I can’t get this guy out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about him. I don’t even know his name, so I can’t look him up. I’ve got nothing. For all I know, he could have a girlfriend.”
“Yeah that sucks, but don’t worry. We will hit the spa, so you can let your mind relax and think about something else,” she tells me.
“Easy for you to say, you didn’t just meet your dream man and have him walk away before you get any information from him.”
“True, but come on. Genevieve Brown does not let any man get to her like this. He is consuming your thoughts. You are better than this.”
Damn, when did Lana start givingmeadvice. But she’s not wrong. I’m Genevieve Brown. I don’t let men get under my skin like this.
