She Is Beautiful

I see him, and my mind wanders. I don't know what I want. I don't know who he is. I barely know who I am. Maybe I want to talk to him. Maybe I want him to talk to me. Or maybe I just want to forget who I was. He is like no one I've ever seen before. I don't know what to do.

Her eyes are like diamonds. Her skin is like porcelain. Her hair is like the night sky. I could write songs about her and sing them until the air leaves my lungs and my blood dries up. She is beautiful. I don’t know if she knows.

I do want him. I want him to want me. No one wants me, though, and I learned that long ago. I promised myself I'd never lose myself again. For him, I would burn the world. The wants outweigh the needs, and I am certainly lost again. He is like no one I've ever seen before. I don't know if he will stay.

I always know what to say. I always know what to do. Except that I don’t know anything at all when I see her smile. I approach her with such confidence. She smiles, and I die a thousand times over. She is beautiful. I don’t know if I can live without her.