Dark brown eyes
So dark
They are almost black
I'd always yearned for a different color
A color like hers:
Clear Arctic blue
Reminiscent of the pristine glaciers that dot the place I lived in before I met her
She told me
That my eyes were special
And I asked her how that could be
When so many others have
The
Exact
Same
Color
She told me
That my eyes were the color of soil after a calming rain
Which is really just mud
But I loved it anyway
She could say the most terrible things to me
And I'd love them anyway
Because she said them
Which is funny,
Since she's never said
A single word
To hurt me
She knows that
I am broken
I am damaged goods
I am the unwanted crumbs at the bottom of the potato chip bag
Except that she would never say that to me
Instead she says
That I am perfect
And now
When I see Arctic blue
I don't think of cold
In a few weeks, this poem will turn 4 years old. It's about the first person I was ever in love with- a straight girl I was good friends with. I'd never felt that kind of emotion to that extent before her, though is unrequited love truly love? The both of us are now in separate, very happy relationships, but this piece still has a special place in my heart.