Seeing is believing.
down on that face and reveals
those scars, rippling and glimmering across marble
Vanishing at a
glance when they speak to you;
only I can see the confusion behind those sparkling
I've realized what you've
wanted all this time, and I know that
it isn't me.
Your eyes may show the confusion,
but I can also see that pain
It only comes
when you're looking towards her
staring at her
and not at me.
I like to
believe that you could be mine,
but I don't like to dream of impossibilities
so I'll stop now.