i want to be noticed
by a stranger with tender eyes

i want to be seen, biting my lip
or pushing my glasses
up the bridge of my nose

i want to be thought of days later
wondered about who i am
and what i hold dear

i want to be noticed
as much as i notice

because i see them
and they see me

to them,
i am just another face
but to me,
they are a mysterious masterpiece