"scrutinization" poems
what is it about you?
what is it really?
it's more than
your pretty face
they are everywhere
& I love everyone
because I seem to love
so easily
why can't I stand,
the thought of standing near you?
don't get me wrong
I'm not repulsed
quite the opposite,
actually
&so; very very
intimidated
by whatever it is
that you do
what gave you the right
to do this to me?
I didn't give you
permission
to crawl under my skin
and yet you slither
around veins&
organs
my body won't fight you
is this what they mean
by "tunnel vision?"
the nights grow more
blurred
and yet you stand more
clear than ever
no one is around
and it couldn't possibly matter less
I'm enamored
I close my eyes
and feel your smooth skin
why isn't it you that feels
this way?
do I make you over analyze?
do I make you second guess?
do I make you sick with
worry& self scrutinization?
I think the easy answer is
I ask too many questions
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
You're taught to analyze, right?
You're taught to look closely,
to mentally shed light
on the hidden truths
inside.
This lesson in its essence,
when applied to your own presence
in this life, traps your heart
in endless scrutinization of
who you are.
From the way you speak your words
to your crinkled, smiling eyes,
simply studying your being
can transform it into
what you despise.
But you are the obvious beauty
and you don't have to search for more.
How intricately you examine
will not change how
you're adored.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC