Thoughts and poems

"what you've done"

my eyes burn like fire
from the tears you make me cry
they were bright shades of blue and green once
but now have clouded and turned to waterfalls
and no, it's not the components of what you say and do
but more so what you don't say and don't do
attachment to you has swallowed me like quicksand
i cant escape
but do i even want to?