Sitting here staring at you,
I've never felt more of an urge.
An urge to tell you everything will be okay,
To grab your hand and tell you how much I love you,
An urge to look you in the eyes and steal all the pain away from you,
An urge to erase my existence so I could've never hurt you.
An urge to wipe away the tears threatening to spill from your beautiful green eyes,
Oh god your eyes,
The yellow specked green eyes of yours, those eyes I could die in,
The galaxy had nothing on your eyes.
Those bright green eyes,
Even when you cried and had bloodshot eyes,
They were still beautiful,
They got even more beautiful when you cried
They got brighter,
More full of life.
But I guess every time you cried a piece of me died.
Because when you left me crying on the street,
I knew I had died inside,
And it was my time to say goodbye.