When I, When he

When it comes down to a comparison...

When I saw his face,
I longed for him to love me.

I sat and waited,
Watched and screamed
“Please, take me,
“Let your final words be mine,
“Your final touch be my cheek.
“Let your intention be me.”

When I saw him,
I sat and stared

Time and time again, I waited
For an action or a word.
I waited for him to love me
The way he said he did.
I waited for him to yearn for me
The way my whole being did for him.

When I was in his presence
My body ached.

My heart burned for his attention,
My soul ached for the high
His touch would give me.
Like a pit stuck in my chest
Only his body could fill-
Only his lips could satisfy.

When I told him I loved him
I meant it.

I loved his manner, his air, his walk.
I adored his confidence, his soul, his body.
When I thought about him,
I saw my forever.
I saw my life in his eyes,
My whole future in the palm of his hands.

Is that so wrong?

Well, when he saw my face,
He thought I was pretty.

He’d steal a quick glance,
And soak in the pride of knowing
My eyes would always meet his.
He would stare long enough,
Just long enough,
To keep me choking on the hazel in his eyes.

When he saw me,
He saw a goal.

He saw no love, no life,
No happiness or soul.
He didn’t see who I am.
What he saw was what he wanted,
What he thought I would be for him.
He never saw me.

When he was in my presence,
His body responded.

His hands would grab,
His eyes would search,
And I’d feel his lust through his mask.
He did not long for my soul
The way I longed for his;
He longed just to say it was his.

When he told me he loved me
He didn’t mean it.

Maybe he didn’t know what it meant
To love someone.
He told me he did
But I made it clear I no longer believe him.
I made it clear that if he did love me
There’d be no question.

Is that so wrong?