When i first met you 

your eyes were the color of snakeskin

vibrant dewy grass 

and marbled glasstops 

filled with wonder specks of trees 

swaying in the windstorm of your handsome mind

 

your insecurities unveiled a dark mud brown

pair of eyes

filled with sadness burdens and gloom 

a sparkle of light shone through

after i caressed your face and said

you dont have to wear contacts anymore

youre handsome the way you are 

 

the first blade of tough leather grass

i burned with you the image in my mind

that you would be my partner 

the spicy aroma of Colorado sinks in

as a puff of smoke rolls by 

 

the first pair of olive cotton pants you wore

to our trail hikes together 

your arms wrapped around me as we sat by

a fire and tent

yelling insults and instilling fear

 

my light brown eyes tremble

droplets of water flood my cornea 

as i hug myself to sleep

wishing these memories would go away

 

i whispered you dont have to change your 

hair 

in your ear 

you look guapo wuth your straight strands

but you proceed to lighten your licorice hair

masking the darkness inside you

 

you ask me to color my hair blonde

i say no 

my passion burns quietly

the once thriving forest wilts slowly 

one branch at a time 

you scream in anger

demanding i please you

you loved the idea of someone else's 

heart reunited to yours

 

im a mere wispy image that can be blown

away 

with one exhale

 

you complain of change of diet 

your pants are too loose or thin

my love did not wear thin 

you look handsome just the way you are

look i have a pouch too

your furry eyebrows raise up in alarm

you shout in embarrassment

shun me away 

and lock me up on the other side of the fence of communication

where i cant reach you

my cries fall upon deaf cold ears 

i miss your smile 

only to remember i am not good enough 

anymore

 

i am like a doll 

that needs to stop aging

stop eating

stop talking

stop thinking for myself 

to be fit in your eyes

 

that needs to be replaced 

with a new pair of eyes 

new shape of mind

new sound body 

 

but youre wrong

im limited edition homie

aint nothing more priceless than

the time you had with me

 

too bad you dont have a habit 

of recording things well 

you lost your track

your vision blurs

 

and before you know it 

im whisked away by a 

vintage collector who 

sees the beauty in me