I see endless reflections of everything I’m not,
I’m not blonde or skinny,
Red headed with black lace panties,
My time is not set aside to objectify myself, for love or for money.
There are endless pictures that scroll by,
Endless words, vast numbers,
Worth is boiled down to heart icons and analytics,
And not a single warm touch is near.
What’ll it be?
Some glittery tears?
You lean on me,
Until I ease your fears.
But I sink down,
To the ground below,
But no one knows.
It goes unseen
I’m good you see,
At hiding these
Salty like the ocean,
Invites you in,
But there’s no way to win.
So what’ll it be?
Some powerful words?
I’ve got them all,
Sweetness you never heard.
I remember distinctly one day,
Speaking about something so mundane ,
When I looked you in the eye,
And I stuttered, I cannot lie.
You say brown eyes are common things,
Not special, nothing we haven’t seen.
But I fall for twinkles, not colors in eyes,
And I saw the dreams and endless skies.
I caught my breath and looked away,
And finished whatever I was saying, now changed.