February 13, 2012 § Leave a comment


I have never seen your eyes before.

At least not like this.

With fire in them, ice in them, darkness and brightness.

They are no longer their grey color.

No longer their brown/green/blue color.

They are the color of the night. 

The color of the feeling that you get when you see someone you love cry.

Your eyes have changed to the color you see when you feel hate and rage and love.

And I don’t think that the brightness in them—

the color, the spite, the feeling

—will ever go out. 


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