My eyes don't hurt from the sun.

My eyes can't feel the pain like my feet pound on the ground,
walking home,
it can't read the signs of the moment you left me,
the ones I should've read,
saying,
laughing,
don't waste your time trying to think of how to be mad..

My eyes don't tremble when I hear you,
like it used to,
but I do still want it to,
but it's nothing I can help,
we'll just have to see,
how much it actually means to me,
tomorrow.

My eyes should read my pages,
and not just yours.