I was suddenly so disappointed

Let down in a way, a quick feeling of that you
had deceived me
betrayed me

You couldn’t remember what colour my eyes were

I was upset, laughed it off, but still argued with you
and tried to get you to remember and realize
what a shame it was

Boyfriends are supposed to remember
their girlfriends' eye colour
are they not? Honestly?

Or is it only I, the hopeless secret romantic that hoped
to be thought of as in a summer sonnet
have my eyes described as a deep sea or a wide sky?
So many times I have lain on the soft grass of your eyes
the green with that touch of brown in its love affair
with the black

I wanted violets around my pupil
I wanted you to fill my iris with violets

Reality struck me, there isn’t any romance
the shimmer was gone
Reality is so dull and pale, but with some poetry
it all is bearable


My eyes are in a hazy blend of warm teal and gray
with a darker ring surrounding it all
a colosseum of sight too be gazed with
not upon

Blue

My eyes are blue