Green

Your eyes knew my heart as intimately as that mouth of yours.

Green. Your shade of green was a revelation to me. When I walked into the forest, the moss beneath my feet seemed to hum with the knowledge that beauty always comes with heartbreak.

If "you", the one reading this, were to ask, "How do you know?"

My only answer would be to ask the one with the green eyes, the one who held my heart only to give it back to me.

The one who I can no longer look at moss without weeping.

I tread not on soft ground where your body was a bed I found solace in.

Now I walk on stones, bloodied, and desperate to forget your shade of green.

The only green I ever see now.

My heart bleeds a melancholy green for you still

but

you are nowhere near to see it.