Heterochromia - heh·tr·ow·krow·mee·uh
A condition in which the colored part of the eye (iris) is multicolored.
I don’t have a favorite color.
Not when it comes to eyes, anyway.
I don’t see a variety in them.
Each iris was the same as its twin
Copy and pasted is how they all feel.
Boring.
Nothing is exciting or interesting about people.
I almost got used to the black-and-white of it all,
until he shattered my reality.
destroyed my world,
And turned it right-side up.
Heterochromia, that’s what he had.
And they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
No solid color, no single definition.
I met him next to the pale green olive tree,
The big, sturdy one at the park.
And even in his black hoodie,
colors were beaming from him.
I used to stare at other people’s eyes,
to find something different
but when he looked up at me, I couldn’t hold my gaze for long.
In the time I looked I couldn’t comprehend
how many shades an eye can hold.
He had hazel-green eyes,
But I swear they had all the colors imaginable.
I walked away quickly, never seeing him again.
I don’t have a favorite color,
because there are too many to choose;
Everything feels bright
And never dull.
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