his eyes are blue

but they are black like tar and charred chicken flesh

endless pits of nothingness and

at the same time

so full that they brim over with ambiguity

I want to bite his lips off

and drown in the pools of blue crystals, ice, and glass

that a "normal" person would call eyes

I want him to wrap his white dove hands

around my heart

and squeeze till the emotions run between his fingers,

a hot mixture of love and obsession

oozing down his baby skin palms

instead he throws me to the floor

and jams his heel into my sternum

at times like this, he hurts me

so that I cannot hurt him

his eyes are blue

but they are black

and sometimes those eyes are soft


like he loves me back