i wish you could see yourself the way i see you
cracked lips and lanky arms
eyes, the colour of the Mediterranean Sea
and how they don't quite seem to measure up

as the troubled boy who covers his sadness
with the cigarette held in your raw fingers
the same fingers that once traced gentle lines down my spine
as if it were a canvas

i wish you saw yourself the way i see you
at 4:36 am
with tired eyes and flushed cheeks

or as the boy who has now taken my heart
from the gaping hole in my chest
holding it in his hands as if it were nothing
but his pathetic cigarette