crooked clavicle,
missing teeth.
staring at your pupils
'cause they're all I can see.
tried to see your iris
was always surprised;
at the color
at the pattern
on you.
you shoulda had brown eyes
you're so full of shit.
not those striking blue ones
hidden from sight.
you should have been a hermit
not an alcoholic.
making up for lost time
secluding yourself away.
a fitting last name,
didn't drive you from your passion
like you drove me away.
you forgot one thing.
you are forever responsible
for what you tame.
you can't create ties
and then walk away.
not without consequence.
I am a consequence.
I don't stop loving
just because my lover goes away.