Chameleon

It just looks that way

In the angle of the sun.

Like blue eyes turned to aquamarine,

Like yours do on bright mornings.

I used to think the world was dead

Until it could reflect itself on you

And your eyes.

But then I used to think a lot of things.

I used to believe in everything,

Like Santa Claus and magic dust

And fairies with

Spider web wings

That fly

And paint the blue into the sky.

But now

It all just sickens me and I

Wake up with gunpowder

Speckled on my wrist,

Having shot my wasted heart

Night after night and again

And again.

For a long time you had hazel eyes

That turned a magnificent green

When the sun struck them just right,

And for the longest time

I believed in you.

Along with Jesus and Garden gnomes

That came alive at 3 AM to

Plant white orchids and

Coat them in a brilliant shine,

Much like your eyes in the morning time.

A drop of light when

They were brown like

Coffee with a little bit of cream.

One time I think your eyes were pink,

Albino like your ghosts and white rabbits

And the Easter Bunny who in the night

Leaves golden eggs.

Yea right.

The last time you said I love you

Was the last time that I heard a sound.

And all since then just static with

The background music of your voice.

I miss you more than

Childhood's end.

Chameleon