I loved your eyes.
They were bright, and I thought they were blue.
You said they were green.
I don’t have light eyes.
Your eyes fascinated me.
I loved looking into your eyes.
Not just because they were light,
but also because your pupils were always dilated when you talked to me.
They said that when your pupils dilate when talking to someone,
you love that person.
I could always see it in your eyes.
But you never said it out loud.
I loved your dilated green eyes.
Until they looked almost psychotic.
It wasn’t love, it was lust.
It wasn’t love, you looked at me as if I was a piece of meat.
Never have I felt so afraid in my life.
Which is why I chose to stand my ground and waved my hands goodbye.