when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
Remember when you said that brown eyes were so plain?
You said you wished I had eyes worth exploring.
But they never were.
They were too dark.
You said you like blue eyes.
You said those are the best.
You wished mine were blue.
But they aren’t.
And you don’t like brown eyes.
Well guess what?
My eyes will always be brown.
They’ll never be blue.
I’ll find a man who will look at my eyes.
He’ll be mesmerized.
He’ll see stars. He’ll see skies.
He’ll think they’re dark since they’re deep.
He’ll drown in their depth.
He’ll be so far gone he’ll need to come up for a breath.
He’ll be thankful they’re brown,
To remind him of ground.
Because he’ll be taken so high,
He’ll need something to bring him back down.
Back to earth.
And even then he’ll know
Their colors don’t match my worth.
He’ll see what you never saw through my eyes.
So fuck you since we’re through,
Go find your something brighter and blue.
I’m off with someone better in mind.