My Eyes

As if they were apples on a tree,
I picked my eyes.
"Why?" One might ask.
"Because you told me to."
I picked them as if they were grapes.
Except, I squeezed a little too much.
The delectable juices spilled as you laughed.
I put my eyes in what I thought to be your hands.
More laughter.
I thought I was crying in pain,
But it was just more blood on my face.
I picked my eyes as if they were oranges.
Some might ask me why,
But it's because you told me to.
I wanted to see your expression,
But I couldn't,
My eyes had already been taken.