Hurtful Beauty

A Poem by Dan Nave

Your morning scowl is beautiful despite what I may have thought in the moment of seeing you. Your glance forces mine away. I'm weary of you yet curious at the same time. I don't want to get to close yet I'd be fine with seeing you one more time for just a few seconds. I can't say I love you and I can't say that I even like you at all, but the thought of seeing you once more makes me shiver and grow evermore restless. Your eyes demean me and yet I willingly think of you still. Early in the morning I caught you by chance awake as well, you were applying your make up. I looked at you once more through the reflection in your compact mirror before retreating back to my dark self constructed cell. In any case I know there's nothing mutual between us besides ignorance of each other. There is no curiosity, no fondness, kindness, and no love. All I can see is the beauty in the mystery of you but once I know you there will be no beauty left for me to discover. There will only be the young woman I figured out through time and patience. In the end I will know that I was never anything for you as well. The grimace I see on your face each time our eyes meet will not bring me any joy of curiosity anymore, it will just leave me hurt for a time. I'll leave you alone as your eyes tell me to do, to slink back to my nest and tend to the wounds your piercing eyes inflicted me with.