I sat alone,
people stared
at the girl with the different eyes.
My gaze moved to them,
they cursed
and called me out as a demon.
I sat alone
until this boy came along.
He told me to smile
and that my eyes were beautiful.
"Stained glass in a church."
"Though, I don't believe in those sorts of things."
"Still, don't make it the reason that you hurt."
I didn't sit alone;
for three days, this boy was my company.
He spoke of wishes,
he spoke of love,
he spoke of angels,
like me-
gifts from above.
I didn't sit alone,
this boy told me that he loved me.
That he watched my eyes being mocked from afar.
In reality,
it wasn't just my eyes,
it was me.
Keeping everyone at arm's length
all these years.
I sat alone once again,
the boy didn't show today.
I swallowed my fear and asked the crowd,
wandering around
for the boy who said he loved me.
But he was no where to be found.
I sat alone in the boy's hospital room,
watching him as he slept.
Watching his heart monitor
and the doctors check,
I asked what was wrong;
to my relief, my lover boy wasn't giving up yet.
"What does he need?" I asked.
The boy looked upon me so sweetly.
"This is reality."
I gripped his hand and whispered. "Have you kept this all behind secrets and lies?"
"I need new eyes."
I did not sit alone the next few days,
the boy was safe.
He had a new pair of beautiful eyes
to see with.
To my love, I gave him mine.
