Rose Tinted Glasses

my face always looks the same. whites of the eye tinted red, deep set bags under eternally exhausted eyes.

did i change?

you steal glances at me like i shine. as if i were too bright to gaze upon wholeheartedly.

you hang onto my every word. smiling as if my hollow heart could return the favor. has color returned to my cheeks, like rain to a desert?

how can your glistening eyes follow my every move just as if they were choreography?

there must be something, so let me steal your rose tinted glasses and gaze upon myself. let me see me the way you do.

posted 22.4.2025