please don't look

To be perceived is to shrivel

Please don't look.

I'm a product of my appetites,

And you mustn't see what I eat.

A feast of shame and self indulgence 

Wrapped in a big fat bow.

When will you see me for what I am, 

And stop looking at me like that. 

Like I'm more than what I am, 

Two adoring eye shaped holes burned into my chest.

I'm sorry you have to love this,

But also so glad you do. 

What if you left me? 

Who would I be then?

How would I know who I was,

Without you to tell me. 

The beautiful boy you assure me I am,

You believe it don't you?

Maybe I should too.