Eyes can shine as bright as stars.
Eyes can cry in teal and eyes can even fucking speak.
Eyes can stare or look softly at those scars.
But my eyes can't hide what I feel.
Because eyes are the window to my soul.
To my heart which is ripped apart.
To my shadows to my madness.
My anxiety and sadness.
To everything I try to hide in silence crying on dark nights.
But then I met his eyes.
They remind me of amber, of fall.
No matter what I like it all because it is his eyes and not mine.
Mine didn't use to shine and mine don't have any bliss like his.
And I don't know why but eye contact with him feels like a never ending kiss.
And when he told me that the difference between his home and me is, that I feel safe for him and he with me... I guess my eyes shined a second probably.
And every time when I feel his arms around me they shine again because of tears in my eyes from happiness I can take off my disguise.
And I have so many issues but his eyes are shining every time he sees me.
And when I cry he stays by my side and wipes my tears away with tissues and tells me it's gonna be okay even tho I know it's not true.
