High and mighty
Jaws well defined
High brow
and high cheekbones.
Sharp.
Sharp like your tongue
when you mean to be mean.
A face well befitting
Your cold-
Your cruel streak.
The incline of your chin
Your smirk on thin lips

You think you intimidate?

Maybe...
Maybe if I didn't look
beyond your angles.
Maybe I'd be hurt.

But your eyes.
Round-
Round, shining, bright eyes.
No angles there.

No matter how hard you try
to darken your makeup
to sharpen your gaze.
You still have the eyes you had as a child.

Before you sharpened your angles

You think you can hold a steely gaze?
You think you intimidate?

When I look past your angles
the fear falls away.
And in your brown eyes I see you naked
stripped down to the barest form of your rage:


Hurt.