how i am now?

this pair of eyes
reflect you as you saw them
never did you knew
they see more of things
if only you'd understand

fragile like a glass
it shines when polished
cleaned regularly
but like all china
when the time comes, they break too.

once broken considered sold
there can never be glued back
no matter how you try
broken things remain broken
even if you mend them endlessly

these eyes, held water
moist when they desire
dry when they mourn
somewhere in between too
if only you do not know what it is

just when things are falling back
boy were you very wrong
one point can be turned totally
then you found yourself
contemplating again

your eyes were so dry
oozing those sadness away
nothing was left there
but anger and hatred
to nothing but yourself

grief, it is supposed to be
it is not that you want it
that feeling became so addictive
you've grown to it
and succumbed to it

if you could only
see through my eyes
and fathom every sparkle
then maybe you knew
how am I doing now?