Bright Eyes

I love the way

Your eyes light up

When you talk

About writing.

I love the way

You love life.

I love the way

You want everything.

But most importantly,

I hate that

Those beautiful eyes

Have seen so much pain

And darkness.

I hate that

There are times

You wish to be

Someone else.

I hate that

You are so insecure

In your writing.

Most of all,

I hate that

I love all these

Things about you.