Looking;
glad You don’t
catch me,
maybe You’d know
what I think, You.

You already know
without knowing.
People always do,

just don’t think
about it.

But I’m glad
You don’t catch me;
wouldn’t (under)stand
My way I treasure
You, friend.

Wouldn’t (under)stand
the way I think
Your nose looks nice
Your lips and teeth fit
Your face, is one of the many perfect and
Your eyebrows and chin define it
Your eyes are beautiful
Your hands are good

Wouldn’t (under)stand
the swirling flower petals
of happiness I feel when
You wrinkle that nose
You grin and
Your face lights up and
Your eyebrows and chin define it
Your eyes gleam with mischief
Your hands wave hello

Wouldn’t (under)stand
the naked black shards
of hate I feel when
Your nose is pointed down
Your mouth stays a dash against
Your face, is blank and
Your eyebrows and chin define it
Your eyes look down at
Your hands, are hurt

Wouldn’t (under)stand
the helium-swelling balloons
of
I feel when
Your nose is straight
You’re smiling that reserved, tender smile and
Your face softens and
Your eyebrows and chin define it
Your eyes sparkle as they lock with mine
Your fingers brush against my own

Glad you don’t catch me
looking;
wouldn’t (under)stand
the way I
love you.

But someday, I hope
that maybe you’ll
catch me
looking
and you’d ask.

And (under)stand
the way This artist feels
every time I’m
looking
at You.