My eyes didn't look green anymore.

You played that song over and over,
til those pretty words meant nothing.
I didn't notice: I sang along too often.

Your smile was toothy,
but I didn't say anything.
"Green isn't my favorite color."

My lips were painted pink,
but I wished they were purple.
That's when I remembered that
you didn't care.

You tore the locket off my neck.
"Say something, just speak."
But you won't like it,
green isn't your favorite color.

You don't remember me,
my name was crossed away.
You ripped my picture up.
You don't make me smile anymore,
anyway.

I forgot what green looked like.
My eyes were bright but I was not.
What does green look like?

I sang those songs you hated,
those words became my favorites.
I searched oceans, maybe, but
I could be lying.

My lockets broken but I don't care,
that was not love.
My favorite color was softer,
just like my own, old, sweaters.

My golden hair is better.
You don't smile toothy anymore.
Thats what happens when light leaves,
but,
my eyes are green again.