the purple under his eyes were the most beautiful color i have ever seen
the purple under his eyes made me love him more.
why couldn't he sleep?
what did he think about?
the way that his hair was never perfectly combed or his sneakers that were beautifully painted with mud.
no arrogance or cruelty in his eyes.
his eyes were the color of coffee and they had about 4 spoons of sugar in them.
he thought he was a failure but the only thing he failed at was to be able to see how sweet he made the world.
he thought he wasn't bright but he outshined the stars.
he wasn't just skin and bones he was stardust and gold.
and i told him every day
and with every act of kindness and love i watched him grow
i watched him develop
but his are got bitter and cold. no warmth no sugar
he told me my pixie cut was ugly and that i was to naive for him
he left a new man and i stayed in my apartment wondering how love and kindness created a monster
wondering why i had shattered myself in the process of picking up someone else's pieces