If I told you I loved you – would you then look at me?
If I told you that when I sat on the curb outside my house
I was just waiting for you to walk by
Would you then look at me?
If I screamed and shouted and streaked through the neighborhood
High on schrooms and pot and ecstasy and life
Would you then look at me?
If I told you that I really loved your hair and the way you don’t
Look like everyone else –
Would you then look at me?
What about if I said that your clothing company is genius and that
I believe you’re a hard worker and a beautiful artist, even though
I don’t even know you?
Would you look at me?
Would you talk to me?
Would you glance in my direction?
For once would you look into my eyes?
They’re the only power I have, these eyes.
They’re my strongest and most important physical trait of mine
They will show you – I’m assured – just who I am
They will entrance you and pull you in
So just look at me, sir, just look at this silly girl
Thinking she’s cool on the curb with her tattoos and dreadlocks
Smoking her additive-free cigarettes (what’s the point?)
You know the girl
She’s the one who holds her breath and wipes a tear every time
Your drive by
And say nothing
Boys write stories about girls
And girls write stories about boys
And we cross these lines everyday and fall into our individual minds
But what’s the point when
You’re such a foreign place
And I love that about you
Those scars on your thighs
Those scars on your calves
And shoulders
And stomach
I see the scars on your hands
I see them and cry to heal
What’s already past
You shake your head and say
That was the past
I was a silly boy
And still I cry to heal you
Because they are signs
Of your past suffering
You once suffered
And so did I
But my scars are not in plain sight
Everything about you is around you
Everything I should ever want to know
You are showing me
Upfront with your life and
With you past
And even though I know your scars
Are from another time and place
I still want to heal you
And now I know you’ve lived