comett

a long time ago someone told me eyes never lie.
it took me a long time to understand what the wise had said.
i finally got it.

i wouldn’t call you a beautiful liar or even a lake monster.
and you don’t fit the part to be a thief in my home.

you are no longer a man,
i question if you ever were or did your actions deter that thought right away.
the acts of infantility stole that title away from you.

blue, your eyes were blue; sometimes gray.
your pupils dilate at least sixty percent when you look at one you love.
that was a rare occasion
I don’t remember that last occasion
an ocean of bright blue telling me all your secrets.
you were so caught up in the fear of being vulnerable
that you didn’t realize how vulnerable you actually are.

i wanted my great perhaps to be with you.
but the greatest perhaps always involve a mystery
it left me wondering if a great perhaps was even possible.

your eyes are beautiful liars, your personality behind them is a lake monster.
your infantallity was a thief in my home.

you are just the blue burning from the night sky.