Love Me?

You love me?

“It’s so easy,”

you said.

“Nothing about loving me is easy.”

“What you mean to say is

nothing

about loving yourself is easy.”

No words.

“I see you from all angles,

all the things you cannot see

when you look at your reflection.”

I can’t stand what I see.

I fear what I cannot.

To be seen in ways 

I did not know I could be 

seen…

A tear pricks the 

corner

of my eye.

No words.

I do not want to be seen.