Hold a Mirror to my Eyes

about my eyes essentially and how I see them.

I often look in the mirror

I have these blue eyes

They are the only thing really noticeable about my face

They've got this broken skyline look to them

Sometimes I just want to dive in and ride the evident

                                                                Sky-ways

Inside their soft blue veins

 

I can see the person in the mirror

With eyes that match mine so exactly

Sometimes I feel like they aren't even mine to begin with

These skyline eyes

With clouds that whip and whisper

Through them

 

This girl in my mirror has a pretty face

With skyline white lies adorning it

She never speaks to me

She’s as silent as the needle

I sew her lips shut with

Playing the façade she lives by

Over and over in my mind

 

Sometimes I wonder what it would take to know

The girl with the skyline eyes

I think it’d take a mountain of movement to open

Those sky-ways

To public arrow planes that wish to know them

Too bad I don’t know how to move mountains

 

Sometimes I think maybe I live in those eyes

And maybe just maybe they aren't the sky at all

But more the depths of the oceans

All rolled up in too tiny drops of sea on her face

   my face

 

I can dive into the depths of her seaside eyes

Jumping in starboard until I am suspended above the Mariana’s trench

Where my mind mingles only with giant squids

Falling miles into oceanic depths

 

Until it’s just me and my deep blue eyes

                                                In front

                       Of

                                                                  The mirror.

Author's Note

everything here is intentional.

Reviews

[Invisible]

you really put into perspective that saying "beauty is only skin deep" in a way, or "it isn't easy being beautiful", both or either, you decide.