Green Eyes

They’re piercing. They slice. They cut through life like a knife. All for reasons unknown, unneeded, unwanted.

But that’s where they get you. They make you think you want what they see. Those green eyes, they live behind rose-colored glasses, tempting you and taunting you, and taking everything you have and turning it to dust.

Who will fight for the dust? Who will give in to the blue skies and rainbows those green eyes bring your way?

She found happiness. I want that. He does what he wants when he wants without any question. I want that. She has the new X or Y or Z. He gets to do this and that. Do you want that? Those green eyes will have you believe you do.

You probably never knew you wanted any of that until those green eyes opened. From the other side, you're probably the one with the blue skies and rainbows.

Some people call them a monster.

But when I find those green eyes putting on those rose-colored glasses for me to see, I’m thankful for the opportunity to take stock in my own blue skies.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Hello hazel. Why don’t you stay a while?