Hazel Eyes

Worn out sweater, edges ripped.
Bitten lips and heavy eyes,
He’s out of focus, out of line,
Never seeing things in sight.

Dark-brown bangs, whispery voice,
The same shabby jeans he wore before.
And I don’t know what draws me in
He’s beautiful skin or mystified speech.

Autumn air, morning light,
Blue veins and purple bruise.
Midnight kissed his delicate hand.
Heaviness surrounds him.

Dark mood, shifting eyes,
There’s something tormenting him inside.
I love his enigmatic daze,
I wish he would let me in.

Two left feet, infectious laugh,
His jokes a reason to get up.
He is a shoulder to his friends
Can he pull up the weight?

I curse myself day and night
For not having courage to speak up.
And when he sits with someone else,
It’s like a dagger through my heart.

His hazel eyes, crystal sky,
The cold of his hands is mine.t
He’s like a sea wave at midnight
I wish I could dive right in.