Opal

When her eyes look back at you they are as beautiful as opal
Yet opal doesn't cry tears
Opal doesn't hold anger in them
Opal doesn't rage like a malevolent flame,
No, Opal shines like the happiest of days
Opal makes you reminisce of the days filled with laughing
Opal makes you believe in happiness.

Her eyes are an illusion, they are beautiful but not opal
They are Embers...
They start fires and rage on till blackness rains
They hold darkness like it's an ill child calling for help
They hold sadness like a lover getting news of their love lost at war
They hold spite like a cheated-on lover.
The darkness she has shown only monsters
But why does she look at me like that?
Am I the monster to her?