You can look at me if
you want to.
I know you're worried
he'll notice.
It's not something to
feel guilt over.
You are lovely.
You are smart.
You are acute.
I was writing yesterday
and i thought of you.
Such a pleasant surprise.
I wouldn't treat you like
he does.
My love is worn and hesitant.
He adores you.
So why?
Why are you staring at me?
Those marvelous rain drops
in the center of your eyes.
So innocent, so pure.
He doesn't scare me.
He is a good man
but not a strong one.
I'm afraid because you aren't.
Don't you know about boys like me?
We love vile women.
The smell of vodka on their lips,
A cigarette's stench as we rip off their clothes.
We are strangers to love.
You can look at me.
But I will never look back
The way you do.
You're entireness can't be mimicked.
I can't pretend to be anything more
Than a broken soul,
But you can look at me.