Your eyes are
an extra sugary marshmallow in a box of Lucky Charms
And your laugh
how I love to hear flowers tickled awake by morning sun
I want to wiggle my way right into your heart
And stay there where it is cozy and warm
And I am safe.
But my eyes are
an ocean of broken glass
And my laugh
is often speckled with darkness
I need to keep myself an arm's length apart
from you
And keep my black paint away from the art
that is you
but this is rather difficult
as you are my best friend.