Snow Filled Lungs
As I write this poem I am currently pulled over in the parking lot of some abandoned beach because snow was falling too fast for my eyes to keep up
All I can see as I'm sitting here is the snow charging at my windshield, looking exactly like the galaxies inside your eyes, the same eyes that hold so much love and compassion but also hate and anger
I think a lot of eyes look that way, in fact, if the earth were a giant pair of eyes, they would of course be greatly darker and more hate filled but every once in awhile, they shine and twinkle like the way yours used to when they looked at me.
I wish I saw more of that twinkle but I also wish I wasn't stuck in this goddamn parking lot thinking about you