You're there-- sitting across from me
pen scribbling fast and intense
While you're writing, I'm thinking: "God hates me!"
for I would give anything to get away
You're different -- and strange.
hair all messy
face too pale
clothes scream dirty
and your eyes... a blue ocean filled with secrets and depth.
Scars decorate your arms, face, and neck
You groan -- as if in pain? -- when you stretch to the right
your shirt lifts a little, exposing (skin?)
colored with blue and purple promises.
My eyes wonder...
to your lips-- BUT ONLY FOR A SECOND
yet you look up at me with searching eyes that accuse of being judged
Brown eyes meet your blue
as you pass me your notebook
and leave with a sad smile.
For what I saw on the notebook was
a drawing! OF ME?!
Me... from your point of view -- looking like you.
Only instead of seeming fake
deep within me
that this was the real me-- being no different