my eyes aren't anything particularly special. it's not the first thing people notice about me, and if they do notice, they get the colour wrong (black, instead of brown). i've never liked them very much, because i thought i didn't have a reason to. and yet.
someone noticed it while he and i were swinging on the bench by the fire. maybe it was him, maybe it wasn't. but they told me that my eyes looked nice and that they were sorry they hadn't noticed it before. they said they looked like hazelnut, like chocolate mixed with cream, like the coffee they were trying to cut down on. and they wished they had eyes like mine even though theirs were blue/green/gray and i've always wanted to know what it'd be like to have eyes of that colour.
my eyes aren't anything majorly spectacular, and yet, since then i haven't been able to shake the smile that arises when the sun tells me not to give its hiding spot away to the house across the street. i guess what i'm trying to say is, i won't always love every aspect of myself all at once. but i think i love this part.
-kiss kiss kiss, be my thrill-