Emerald eyes

Emptiness. As ink
glides across white.
Just how much nothing
can fill a page? 
Clear as crystal,
the dust, 
in a mud pie of emotion.
Poems about poetry,
words within words.
Imagine all the clouds
we’d float on,
just to see the world.
Open arms embrace
the blade, to
bury in my chest.
How much hurt can
emerald eyes hide?