Blue
Your eyes aren't blue
But sometimes I feel
They should be
I know
You hate me
God,
I hate you too
But I can't
Stop thinking
How your brown eyes just don't suit you
You'd scoff to hear me say it
Telling me
'Fuck off'
With a look that just doesn't
Match
The warmth
And comfort
Of your unblue eyes
I say this now
Pretending not to know
That the
Moment
You look away from me
You relax
Soften
Opening yourself
Like a
'Welcome home'
And then
Just then
Your brown eyes suit you
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Puisicollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
