I Write Poetry

Perspective... I see red
She sees blue
I see steam
She... sees smoke
Fire.
She sees shadows dancing against the pavement
I see fire
I point it out, force her to see
She pulls her hand out
Reaching to touch it..
It's getting warmer
Now it's hot
The flames' tip toeing to lick her fingers.
Now they dance against her skin
Like spirits enchanting her being.
Threatening to consume her.
Those emotions consume her.
I see pain..
She sees him
I see a monster
No eyes just black holes-- but they're his eyes
And he can see
The monster is dark
She is the glow.
He shields her radiance
Seeking to put it out
Like those flames she's reaching for
She sees love
I cannot show her what I see.
I see reality.
She sees what she wants to see..
A fantasy..
The flames have reached her
Turned her hand to ash
It hurts her
I see red
I see pain
She sees him
I scream-- beg her, ask her.
How could you not SEE?
She says, "Love."