'poems'

I Blame You

It's been years since our eyes reflected each other's reflection.

And I know I can't point my finger at you for this on going infection,

that I feel spreading through my body, through my veins and cells, all throughout my imperfections.

I brought it upon my own being.

You caught me off guard, since the moment I learned your name.

You have the face that passes society's standards.

I recall segregating us immediately.

You're one of them.

I placed you in the group that everyone wants to be apart of,

that's your group.

The one that looks down on mine, with people like me.

The feelings spread through my thoughts, to my flush cheeks, to my pounding heart, unconsciously.

I wished to find a way to halt them,

but  can't stop something that I can't touch.

We're on opposite sides of society's acceptance,

but for some reason you didn't find it with great importance.

Did you know what you were doing then?

When you gave me a ride on your motorcycle, refusing from offering to another,

when you waited with me in the dark corner, so I wouldn't be alone,

how about, when you purposely shoved your shoulder to my backpack,

just so I could look back at you smiling right at me.

Do you know what you did?

You made me hold on to hope,

the hope of us breaking through society's standards,

but in that process I forgot that society wasn't the issue,

it was reality.

I hadn't realized that someone on the other side, was just being nice to me.

So as I raise my hand and point my finger at you,

remember there are three pointing back at me.

You didn't hurt me,

I hurt myself.