Romanticizing Red

Red eyes 

But not romantic

Not the showings of a sleep deprived woman

What was she thinking about 

What kept her up

Red from rubbing 

And pulling 

And wiping 

Red from anger 

And days gone by 

That have all seeped in to one long nightmare 

Red from not waking up 

I must be sleeping

So why am I always tired

Red from tears and the rashes of white pigmentation 

The inner corners of my eyes 

Devils red 

Little rivers that run through the whites of my sclera  

Yolked 

Cracked 

Unborn entities 

Waiting to be hatched 

Nurtured 

Dropped on your way to the pan 

Wiped up with off brand paper towel

Rough 

Scratched 

Rubbish  

The ocular blue  

Eccentric 

Seductive 

The red illuminating the iris 

A sad sort of beautiful 

Sad in the way that it won’t last 

Sad in the way that it might 

Red 

Red 

Red 

All I see is red

All you see is red

When you see me 

And my little blue eyes 

No not romantic 

Not mysterious 

Unremarkable 

So forgettable 

A woman up through the night 

What was she thinking about 

Reviews

[Touch & Play]

I don't see REd, as I am blind.
I don't see blue, as I am so full of myself in my darkness.
How I wish I get to see your beautiful eyes.

[light and ashes]

I enjoyed reading this. I didn't think I would at first, but I did. Good job.

[The Things She Noted]

Thanks for saying that! I appreciate the review :)

[light and ashes]

You are welcome :)