Your eyes are moons,
lighting the dark skies of my mind.

Their grey tint whispers through the trees,
into the deep forests of my heart.

Moons that hide away through clouds of agony,
clouds holding back rain.

They still shine even though the sun is out,
and to me, they will always shine.

Her eyes are dams,
holding back vast amounts of pain.
One day they will break.

Her voice is honey,
flowing sweetly from her lips.
One day it will run out.

Her hands are ballerinas,
dancing gracefully across the piano.
One day they will fall.

Her heart is an orchestra,
conducting haunting symphonies.
One day, I will stop hearing them.

I break my back for you
but you don't say hello.

I haven't slept in months
but you can't remember my name.

I love you with my entire being
but you don't even notice.

I wait for the day I can stop writing these ******* poems
but that will be the day you start caring.