I See Him and I Want You

I don't want someone who looks at me 

the way he looks at her. 

I don't want someone who talks to me

the way he talks to her.

I don't want someone who breathes

his spirituality only to

live in immorality.

I don’t need someone to provide

me with materials,

but fail to acknowledge

my emotions.

I see the way he awakens the fear

in her eyes, 

and the way he wears his disguise.

I notice the way she trembles

in his presence,

and the way she begs for his attention.

I would live each day in solitude

to escape a life with someone like him.

I feel the tension between their bodies,

and the lack of affection in their touch.

I sense the way she hides her disgust,

as he tries to cover up his tracks.

I don’t want to be lonely both

when he leaves in the morning and

when he returns in the evening.

I don’t want someone who looks at me

the way he looks at her.

I don’t want someone who talks to me

the way he talks to her.

I want you.