you’re like some sort of spectacular new species

a scientist might study, pinned like butterfly wings

beneath a microscope

 

too good, too pure-

in looks and thoughts and deeds,

too kind,

too kind by half,

too hard to believe in-

 

the sort of kindness that reminds me

of disney heroes i’d like to rely on

but could never trust were ever really there at all-

rather than some sort of pathetic fever dream

 

you’re like some sort of new religion,

or the oldest, in which one must put their faith

in those who can save them

in those who would save them if they could

 

you listen to instrumental, exclaim

over the sound of a well-played violin ;

inquire with genuine curiosity

about my extracurricular activities

you blush and stammer

when trying to communicate with the opposite sex

and you whistle when you breathe

through your crooked nose

beneath your blue eyes,

dotted with freckles

like constellations in a daytime sky

 

i don’t understand how you can say that i will go far-

deadbeat drug addict awake too late at night

breaking into churches to pray for my sinning soul

when the light spills through stained windows

to stain the floor

my stained hands and i

escape through the old stained door

 

but you have faith in my intelligence,

like i can’t have faith in your existence,

because people like you don’t exist

in a world like this;

just people like me

wishing they could be

a little more like you