Poem anyone...

Ode to a Poet; from a faceless girl



Because he smells like soap and cigarettes,

Because I'm not supposed to,

he doesn't even know.

Because he writes mediocre poetry

Because...

I can stare at him

staring at some other exotic girl.

I like the way he wears

those cheap plastic sunglasses.

Because we are both pale moons

in a starless chasm.

I know things about him

he doesn't even know

I know,

like he sleeps naked

and loves to talk about it.

Because I dream about him

touching me

a girl in his view

he doesn't even

see.

Because I can.

I have no identity.

No one can fingerprint my lust

And he's just a boy I'll never know...