All those galaxies in her eyes that you once wrote about are not there, and there is no electricity in her fingertips. She is just a woman. Nothing more.
There is no sun that reflects in her smile; yes, you used to orbit her, but can’t you see you were simply a moth trapped in pursuit of a flame?
She is fire, and though she glows bright, she burns. She is just a woman, remember: all she wants to do is find a man who will lay down on her funeral pyre and go up in smoke with her.
She is afraid of being alone, she is afraid of death, she told you that much. So when her days come to a close and her bright brown eyes dim, she needs someone to lose everything alongside her so she can feel brave.
She is not as happy nor as kind as she seems. During the days, yes, she lives life as it comes and laughs with you and you make faces at each other across the room and you held hands on many beaches. But the night comes, and she is full of mortality and laughs at you and she keeps trying to pick the best flower for herself so she uproots all the other blooms in the garden just to leave them laying broken on the ground and you are a king but she wants a devil.
She’s just a woman, and even though you’ve always loved brown eyes because they reminded you of the strength of your mother's and joy of your sisters and the warmth of love from family and the ocean and the sky, now all you see in them is her.
You never believed in love at first sight but when she smiled at you, you thought that all the joy in her was all you could want your entire life. Ironic: you didn’t believe in love at first right before this lady, and you don’t believe in love after her.
Listen, she catches men like fireflies in a jar so she can be entranced with the light only to try and pick the one shining brightest to call her own.
Do not fall into her eyes; you will want to swim in them, but you will drown. They are like tar: once in, never out. You can find a graveyard filled with the bones of the other men who carelessly fell in love, who carelessly fell into those eyes, lying beneath the brown.
She's no angel...
Run before she steals your wings.