I don't know what color his eyes are.
I know that they're somewhere between
blue and green and gray
but I cannot say exactly
I have memorized every detail of him.
I could map out his chest and
paint his hands from memory
But his eyes elude me.
I've never looked at his eyes
Only into them
I can't tell you what color they are
But I can tell you how they shine
when I tell say "I love you".
I can tell you
How he gets this faraway look
when he plays guitar
I can describe in perfect detail
How tragically beautiful his eyes are
when he cries
I never believed that eyes were the windows to the soul
Until I looked in his and saw his feelings
written out for me like a novel
I have seen stories in his eyes.
I have seen the story of us
The rising action
And the fall.
And even when his eyes told me not to leave
I walked away
When his eyes were beyond tragically beautiful
broken and shattered
To this day I don't know what color his eyes are
I hope I never find out.
Because the day his eyes are colors and not emotions
is the day I know that I have lost the best love of my life
Even after pushing him away
he has stayed by my side
And when I told him that I loved him
He said he could see it
in my eyes
that we were fine
His eyes are green