For you...

My eyes are heavy, but I
don't want to look away from your
expected words developing across my bright screen.
I've always hated these eyes.
But you showed me a different
beauty in them; their color. For staring
into yours for some time has
changed my opinion of brown eyes.
My eyes wander, as does my mind.
I've been so certain for some time
now. You prang into me so
fast and hard. But I like it too much
to let you shift back to where
we were before
our souls collided and our hands melted.
Cheeky smiles, chortles, and charming hearts are
 oh so missed. You are
absent now, or am I? We are
gone from the place we set eyes
and hearts, and love on, to
empty places filled with stuff.
My eyes are heavy
from mucus-y water and oil that so disgustingly
expel for love and hate and every
mushy feeling in between.
They miss yours.