Blue Eyes

Take a picture
of your blue eyes for me-

I lied,
I love everything that is different,

and I love your eyes,

the blue, green, amber,
black
for your pupils only

but it’s all I have in mine;
no brown that I made up to be more like you,
just silent black.

I say that I like dark eyes
because they haunt me if I don’t,
they show me my
eyeless reflection,

I don’t need see myself,
I’ve gotten used to being
quiet in shadows.

But there is no black
in the light of your eyes,

and no dusk to tell me that
I don’t like to smile,
anymore.