gold eyes vii
I still feel the glare and burn of your gold eyes,
but they are softer now,
milder -
mere flickers of ember compared to the great supernoave they'd been before.
Your smile is as subtle as the rest of you,
as your words,
and it doesn't hurt anymore,
though I still feel that hiccup in my chest
when my heart forgets itself for a moment.
I'll wait until the sun is high and all the nights whisper with the joy of summer stars,
and then I'll look at you again.
Maybe I'll find that your eyes aren't fire any more.
Not at all.
Your gaze hurts,
your words hurt,
your smile hurts,
and your music hurts -
your beautiful voice,
and your long fingers,
and your blank stare
when your thoughts are so loud,
they hurt me.
But what hurts the most is that you don't hurt me at all.
YOU ARE READING
Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
