A contorted depiction of you stands before me,
charming eyes paired with a sincere, priceless smile.
i only perceive what my heart can discern.
But 184 days,
184 days left barren but not detached.
Yet you aren’t the type to count, or bring yourself to atonement.
Resembling an unsolved riddle,
ancient and perplexing - i am inextricable to you.
When i was incapable, it was your own raison d'être to fathom who i am,
to understand the light under my brown eyes.
Disentangle my ruminating mind.
It turns out, my brown eyes were red to you.
Some are impotent to see past a paltered puzzle.