Love · Mental Health · Spirituality

Empath’s Eye | Poems that Suck

"Look at me," he murmured.
 So I did, choosing his left
  eye over the right.

Like I knew it would, 
 the pupil dilated, blossoming
  under my steady gaze.

There's never an option,
 I'm taken hostage by eyes
  and that's why I never look, see?

Now I saw him, stripped
 bare before me, the scars
 raw on his flesh. 

Yet, he never blinked, 
 never broke contact as I
  penetrated and saw it all. 

I admired his courage -
 I could never be that vulnerable -
  but also his stupidity.

After all, he didn't know
 what kind of woman I might be
  or what I could do with his scars.

Then again... 
 maybe he just wanted
  to be seen. 

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