THE CLOSET MYSTIC

i look at you through glass

what is it like 

to be beautiful?

i want what you have:

to be wanted.

…

the sun shines for you,

what is it like to be beautiful?

you come first;

me: the afterthought.

you light up every room,

me: swallowed whole.

what is it like to be beautiful?

your beauty shines,

i am chained.

just one touch:

you’d set me free.