Meathead Monologue

chasmic ocean eyes full of pink

there is love in your ocean blue eyes,
but not for me.
the small looks you give me are wrapped
in something soft and pink and
when i unfold them i am left with
hard and tangled questions.
i never get what i want with you.
it has been too long for me to still be thinking of you.
but still, you try to get me; you try to have me.
have me, you will.
if you would just smile at me only.
that girl on your arm looks elegant at best
and i am allowed to say i am happy for your happiness.
but only that i wish that girl was me.
only that i wish your happiness came from me.
the love in your ocean eyes is vibrant
and the ocean spray around me is full
of something pink.
or maybe that love in your eyes is drowning
and it's waiting to drag me down too.

r.k.