b

i.
Inside of our
masked, muddled words,
I realize
just how similar we are.

ii.
Between the lines
of her spoken secrets,
I wonder

if my respect for her
is seeping away.

iii.

(I am
a hypocrite.)

i.
I'm jealous of
him because of
her, and
I wonder why I can't
have that, even when
I know that
I do.

ii.
I'm scared of
pushing you because
I just want---

I want...

I'm anonymous,
yet I'm still
hiding.

iii.
I want more-- no,
I crave
more; it
was soft and
I miss the feeling of
so much

gentle.

iv.
I love the
feeling of
telling them that
they're beautiful- like-
Artwork.
Moonlight.
Child-women.

v.
If they only knew
how lovely they are.