you walk by and
smell less than pleasant
and so I shrink away
I don’t want to hug you, but I do –
only because you reach out first.
I’d like to give to you,
but you take too much,
come too close to demanding
and so I give you what you want,
but only so you’ll leave faster
you look into my face,
ask me a question…
and I’m distracted by
beautiful eyes that I would
except that you step close to me
What makes me any better than you?
I smile inwardly (indulgently) at your
but I love simplicity –
why would yours make me condescend?
so you make bad choices…
so do I.
so you don’t always dress right…
(like I’m the fashion police)
how is it that I can preach sameness,
refuse to ever climb a pedestal…
but look at you the way i do?