Hazel Eyes

A stale tongue

This wicked curse has me nostalgic
for a sentiment not yet lost

The infuriating rush of becoming
someone who I’m not
Iced veins cocoon my figure
Reflecting reality from penetration

False concepts are trapped inside
this foreign anatomy
I dare you to try and tell me the way things are,
aren't what I’m expecting

Vision’s distorted by a glazed sheen
All I ever wanted to be was your
crispest apple

I was hypnotized to blame it on your
imperfections
While the true hindrance was my own insecurity

I’d always been told the flecks of green
adorning my irises were beautiful

But I know better