Emerald
She seared herself to the backs of his eyelids.
He was destined to forever be chasing
every particle of matter that made her up,
couldn't help but reach out,
practically bled for her.
If love was a being
it would look like her
(at least in his eyes).
She's the beach
facing the ominous sea,
he belongs in the sand
but his feet remain submerged.
If love was a thing
she'd be the lighthouse
eternally guiding him home
promising solace.