See her?
I know you do.
She walks among regular men as a goddess.
She is the embodiment of elegance,
And moves with grace.
Porcelain dolls scream with envy at her absolute beauty,
And bells tremble when she laughs.
Her eyes sparkle so brightly, the Heavens can only weep.
When she speaks, she is eloquent, articulate, confident, but not too confident, vivid, touching, scintillating, persuasive, passionate, and poetic.
Enough to hold your attention for hours on end.
She radiates of unreserved, unconstrained warmth.
She is the epitome of flawless.
See me?
I think you do.
I wish I was her.
I have the attributes of a rhino- large, thick skinned, and stumpy.
I am clumsy,
And clearly accident prone.
I spend nights staring in to the mirror,
Looking back in to the eyes that are to be compared to two pools of mud,
and wondering why I couldn't be prettier.
My voice is smothered in doubt, shyness, a whisper of confidence, hesitation, fear, distance, the inability to defend one's self, and a sliver of intelligence.
My silence is preferred.
My body aches frigid isolation.
How could anyone ever envy someone so meager?
I define absence.
See you?
I do.
Crystal clear.
I open my mouth to speak, but,
I don't have nearly enough time to tell you what you mean to me,
To tell you that I find you inexplicably fascinating.
Or to tell you that I can't tell you.
I can only show you.
Words are but empty, hollow shells of what was once false emotion,
But two hearts speak a language their hosts can only feel.
We match in only a way our hands can explain.
The lines of our palms touch,
And our fingers lace together,
Causing my heart to stutter.
And when you're staring at me intently with such awe,
Such interest,
Such undeniable longing,
I realize, you're staring right through me,
To her.
She looks at you, you look at her,
And I can do nothing but hang my head in silent shame.
My heart is speechless.
See her?
I do.
I know you do.
And she sees you, too.
But do you even glance my way?