When I look into your eyes
Look. Look through the eyes of love
You look fantastic.
At the bottom of everything
Kanye loves Kanye
Blunt eyes stare down. Hopeless.
Helpless romantic but blue twisted orange organic free-wheeling ecstasy.
And all for the love of you.
Easy Sunday mornings cream cheese soft spreadable over papers and popcorn.
I’ve never broken a mirror and now the world repays me.
Skip over cracks and serve up sticky sweet edible pink goo to just you
No one else.
I will be defined by you
Eyeliner = love.