eyes

i wonder if you see
the strangeness of other people
the strangeness they see for me
is that what i am
what they tell you i am
that’s alright
i don’t see the you they whisper
i can see your beauty
the likeness you hide yourself from
i see it
i see your hiding words
and i love you regardless
something i will always remember
even when you walk away from me

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September 17, 2004

the things that stick insignificant fragile and touching something so deep it remains locked inside