The first time I saw his broken hazel eyes I got lost in them. Little did I know he would fall for mine. When he fell for me I couldn't catch him because I was scared that he would see the shattered eyes we share. Then he fell right into someone who could catch him and who can love him, but not too soon after I discovered the reason his hazel eyes looked so lost. Every day he had on a jacket I wondered why but was scared that he would be upset if I asked then summer came and I didn't have to. He came in with bruises on his arms and a black eye which brought out the broken hazel eyes he tries to hide. What came next was the age-old story of parents hit kid. The black eye came from his mother throwing something at him... He doesn't deserve any of it but still has to live with it every day fearing the worst. Maybe one day his hazel shattered eyes won't match mine. Maybe one day he won't be as broken but he will always live with the memories. Though maybe he can force the memories away but for how long? How long can the boy with the broken hazel eyes last lost and scared in his own home?
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PoetryJust little poems, parts of songs I write, short stories, or me venting