two

her

"take a picture

of the person next to you!"

i groan and turn to south,

who is grinning like a

mentally crazed freak

"i'll go first!" he exclaims,

running a hand in his black,

small intricate looking braids

he smiles, as i snap the picture

of him.

i observe my work carefully,

south turns up as a glorious,

happy little boy with incredibly

beautiful coffee eyes

"how do i look?"he asks,

peering over my camera

"damn, i look hot."

i look up at him,

"big ego much?"

"no, happy with what i

see in the mirror much."

he gets his camera,

holds it up and winks

i attempt a feeble smile

thing was; i wasn't

much of a smiler

laughter is not in

my vocabulary,

smiling is not in

my dictionary,

happiness is a stranger

to my world

"smile, rosemary!"

-

him

she is a puzzle

of the loveliest roses

in the entire universe,

waiting to be put together

"hey, smile!"i say once more.

the sun hits her mauve eyes,

her blonde hair looks like

the sun's weaving put on earth

i capture her anyway,

and stare at the picture

for a solid five minutes

there is a haunting

trace of sadness in her eyes,

adding to her cathartic magic.

i wonder if guys feel

this way when looking

at aprhodite.

she frowns, "is it that bad?"

"if only,"i mumble. "look."

she does, pursing her pink lips

"i look like shit."

"are you blind?" i ask.

"uh, no. i see you, don't i?"

"but you don't see YOU."

"it's not worth seeing."

"kindly shut up, rosemary."

"don't fuckin' tell me what to do."

"but you're beautiful."

she stares at me,

blinks, "listen,

if you think this

whole nice guy act

will help you be my friend

or whatever it is you want,

you're wrong, alright? go

pester someone else."

my balloon is popped,

slowly emptying its air out

but i vow not to give up on her

i will make her

see how beautiful

her soul is, then i'll move

onto pushing her to

realize that she's

gorgeous on the outside.