do i love you?
or the idea of you?
why do i have a desire
that stems from my gut
that wants to reach out
and brush
the hair out of your eyes
why do i feel
like i want to breathe in
the same air you do
to grasp at the wings
on your back as i arch
my body into yours
why does my stomach turn
my lungs quiver
hands waver
when i see you
just a few feet away
laughing with her
looking only at her
her eyes capturing
your soul
how i wish i was enough
to be her, to be enough
to hold your attention for
more than a glance
more than a smile
more than a hello
i wish you would look at me
the way you gaze at her
lips when she talks, or remain
breathless
as you cup her jaw
and become entranced
and when the edges of her eyes
crinkle as she smiles
i look on, wishing you could
gaze at me the way
you do her
when she moves
in closer to intertwine
her fingers with yours
i would much rather
pin your wings
to the wall than to let her
have you
i wish you knew i would kiss
away the red and purple
stains she leaves
on your skin
that i would inhale you
like the oxygen that
enters me
my lungs
skin
but alas
we are destined to walk
upon separate paths
yours with her
and mine without you