Prefer

I like the hazel in your eyes,

You seem to like the glare in mine,

But I have lately noticed that every time my eyes rise up to yours

In silent denial, or abrasive resistance,

You take the easy way out and shy away from me.

 

I like your sparse kisses,

You seem to like my warmth,

But every time your coarse fingers hesitate,

And rub against my skin

You seem to hide away something lying deep within.

 

I like the smile that tugs at your lips,

You seem to like my eyes crinkling at the corner,

But why does it fade away,

That beautiful smile of yours,

Baby why does it die?

 

I like your demons, I try to, at least,

You seem to not see mine,

But don’t you see you light me up, and chase them away,

So why are yours not mine?

 

I see now it’s not a matter of choice,

It hardly is, eh?

I like you, you like me,

We keep going in cycles,

But which do we prefer?

 

Because you see,

I can bear to part from me, for just

A little light from you.

But can you do the same for me?