Her Eyes Were Like Fireflies

In all honesty, I never learned your name. I didn’t need to; The look in your eyes is your name Like fireflies, they twinkle and glimmer your name A name I love saying The way you stare at me It’s like I’m the color yellow, And I’m painting away the grey of your world That’s what you tell me As my head rests in the crook of your neck, and your fingers trail up the bare of my hip You’re yellow, and sunshine to me you say And I’m grey like a pebble, soaking up your rays I laugh But grey is my favorite color I tell you It’s the color of the skies on the days I’m tucked in your arms, because its too cold and wet to go outside It’s the color of my favorite blanket that I keep under my bed Its only for special occasions When I need to cry and shake and let the dreams of the night know I’m not okay You’re not just for special occasions though You’re for every occasion. Every fight, every dance, Every laugh with my head thrown back and my fingers tightening around you for purchase because laughing with you is like an ******, it breaks me, it builds me, it loves me Even when you’re not here I still think of you I sit you beside me, and tell you thoughts, even when reality speeds around us, and you’re not really there Even now I can sit you beside me And trace the figures of your love with my eyes Black hair, straight and deep. Sometimes short, sometimes long; I can’t choose, you’re beautiful either way Brown eyes, deep like the dirt flowers and dreams can only sprout in, that burn like the hearts of spinning stars Tall, and I hate it, but you always use it to your advantage to capture me tight I lied I love it Long fingers, and you pluck secrets and whimpers from me like notes from a harp God, I love them God, I crave them You’re my all dreams bundled into one, my opposite, my piece of the puzzle, my favorite melody, my infinite addiction I can’t live without you A day that goes by without you is another breath stolen from my lungs but what can I do because you’re not even real Like Pygmalion, I’ve fallen in love with my own mind’s tortured creation and now I can love no one but you I can stare at no one but you, and when the night falls, I can go to no one but you To Orsino, how can you say women can’t love like men? I’ve fallen in love with a woman and now I’m dead. September 25, 2018