You clean your glasses
with your shirt
and hold them up to the light
you gaze through them, focused
but you can't see beyond your sight.

Complexities of me like smudges
that remain but you ignore
your eyes are steady, unchanging
while my emotions pour.

And I'm sure it scares you…
your glasses held there by your ears
you don't care to see the blue-gray
when my eyes are filled with tears.

When I'm not feeling much, they're hazel
the combined green-brown-grey-blue
they turn brown when I'm upset
and green when I'm angry at you.

You clean your glasses with your shirt
and hold them to the light
like smudges you ignore, I desperately cling-
you return your glasses to your face
and it amazes me

that you still can't see a thing.