My cheap thrills
may be different than your cheap thrills

My cheap thrills are looking into someone’s eyes and trying to read into their soul
Into their very existence
But eyes aren’t really windows to anything
Are they?

They are but closed doors;
Trap doors, luring you in
And showing you what you want to see
For it’s not with my eyes but the brain that I see !

But when I see him
I see him

I see him for all his beauty and kindness
He’s my blue eyed boy;

See the pun I’m making here
He actually has blue eyes
Ha ha ha
I know
I know
But he’d laugh at that !
And that’s what makes him so perfect;
Perfect to my imperfect eyes
That are merely simply tools
Trapped in the maps of projections that my brain casts over him

My cheap thrills aren’t cheap,
They require me to buy bandages
In bulk
Every time I see him kiss someone that isn’t me, I swear I know what it feels like to be the hulk!

Yes I know,
Augustus waters said
That “You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you.”
And if my heart were to look like a ball of elastic bands except covered in band aids
I’d rather have it be this way for you : )