A man sees me across the room
He will drink me in with his eyes
and shape my insides into something he thinks might save him
And I will exhale my insecurities
Waiting for gravity to unhinge my chest
And bear to him my fragile bones.
His eyes will peel back
His face will sink in
His heart will set low
And his mouth will open and sing to me the disappointment he feels
In the long limbs and messy hair that let the light out too soon.