is deciding
that your sadness
will no longer
speak for you.

is eating Ritz crackers
at 2 am
while flipping through your
Pokemon card collection.

I used to wish mine were
green - like the forests -
or blue - like the oceans -
or grey - like my grandfather's.

It wasn't until
you told me
there was gold
- like the earth -
in my irises,
that I started
to believe.

(Maybe, just maybe,
there's beauty in me after all.)

I will grow
with
or without
you.

others come and go
~
you will always be permanent
~
even if you aren't mine any longer