him.

he was so much
while i was nothing.
he could walk bare-footed, eyes to the clouds
clothed in rag and dirt and grime
yet the stars would still shine upon him
and i would still watch,
through half-lidded eyes and tightly shut lips
the gentle wind caress his much-stroked face
the quite moon highlight his glowing eyes
as if i did not see them well enough

that disgusting, beautiful man
for he was a man
amongst boys and girls with their dolls
he was a man
amongst children and toys and sweets and smiles
he saw the world as what it was
had seen the grim
had tasted tears
he was well-worn
and often (for i am not ashamed to admit this)
i looked up to him

i wanted him
wanted him so badly,

but mostly?

i wanted to be him

i am a foolish, selfish little girl
a girl that would never understand the world through
a man’s eyes
through his eyes

for,
indeed,

he was a man.

he was a man among boys and girls and laughs and toys,
he was a man, even,

among men.

for,
as mentioned,
he had seen the world
for what it truly was

he saw me, once, too
from within his shadow
gave me one good, long look
and then...
turned away.

for,
like i’d said,
he is a man

and who am i to deny
the whim of such?
for i am but a girl
and as such,
have much left to see.