Hating myself, for loving you.
Those blue eye's, looking into your blue eye's cutting me like thousand shards.
Those kind eye's, you show me the face you wear in front of other people.
Those blue eye's are dark, this time cutting at me.
Those hurtful eye's, when you look at me with those blue eye's this time tearing me down.
There yet again are those kind eye's, drawing me back in. This time believing I was the one with hurtful eye's.
There's new shade of blue.
This shade of blue is bright not blinding, but warming. These Blue eye's are every bit of pure joy.
Goodbye hurtful blue eye's
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I wrote this in the spur of my current relationship. The father of my son has changed who I am and has tore me down, to have sense of power over me. My son is the only bright beautiful blessing that keeps me together. Hoping to get my son away from someone who tears down someone for their own pleasure. An because they are not happy with themselves and tearing someone else down makes it less lonely for them.