Poems & Stories & Rants

Blue Eyes

I was taught to

never look into the Sun

because it would blind me.

But I love to stare into

your eyes,

which must be far 

brighter.

Every morning

and every night

I struggle to accept 

my flaws.

But I've readily

grown to love

all of yours.

All of our

unfulfilled plans

hanging over my head.

All of my 

dreams are occupied

by your voice.

And you took

these scissors

and cut me 

away.

And I fell 

onto the tiled floor,

Just another mess

to be 

cleaned.

But how did it

feel?

To be so able.

To be so capable

of moving on

so fast.

And now I

look back

at my romantic

words,

Comparing 

you

to the Sun.

As if you

were a 

life source.

And without

the heat from

your skin,

I grew so

cold.

I watched my 

skin slowly turn 

blue.

And in the midst

of all this pain,

I was reminded

of your breathtaking

blue eyes.

I was reminded that

there's no escaping the

feelings you 

cause me.

An ocean of

emotion,

an avalanche of

desperation.

I wonder

where you are

now.

I wonder 

if your footsteps

sounds the same on 

the stairs.

I hope you 

are thinking

of me.

Of the mess

you left

behind.

And I hope

you plan on helping

sweep up the

pieces.

But somehow

I know you

won't.

Because 

the blue eyes

never helped

me.