Emerald Eyes

A broken porcelain bowl lays shattered
across the kitchen tiles,
specks of yellow and blue,
pieces of what once was beautiful.

A crack in the flooring tile,
loose and fragile,
broken like my heart,
shattered like the porcelain.

Apologies every time we argued
but it was the same old thing,
we'd hug and make up
just to see red one more time.

A pattern of tears splatter your face,
salted lines running horizontal.
Your eyes always looked so green
when tears welled in their gaze.

Your eyes, like green pools of emerald, sparkling
under the moonlit sky.
Like an ocean of emotions,
I could read you like a book.

I look at the bookshelf and scan the volumes,
fantasy, thriller and love.
The genre of our feelings,
a fantasy romance

I turn the page, a fine line between love and hate
words, thats all they were.
Somehow your jealousy was as vibrant
as your dazzling eyes.

And now were miles apart, i discarded you
like the shards of the broken bowl.
I continue with my life
Without your emerald gaze.