The blackest hair I’ve ever seen.

 

(rosy cheeks just right

hairs peeking from the top of your shirt

a belly~button I can only imagine…)

 

lips the purest form of yes

 

(~but saying no.)

 

Your eyes, though,

they wander…

 

If I stand still long enough

they can see me

down deep inside

where I’m all bits and pieces.

 

I wonder exactly what they saw

which caused them to run

screaming from me…

 

(even though I search

with my own eyes

for the answers to you…)

 

I am locked out.