POEM by TEJU

He looks at me with those piercing eyes
and suddenly I realise I am bare, naked...
No matter how much I try and hide,
he can see every scar and bruise on me...
The mess behind the pretty face
The tantrums behind my smile
The insanity in the cultured 'me'...
That can't be a pretty sight
And I slowly realise - he knows me
the real me
the ugly, odd, maybe even eccentric me...
I wonder what is he thinking
why is he still here?
What makes him stay and still love me?
There must be someone better than me for him
I guess, he could leave if he wants to...
and I fear he might...
A few minutes we just stare at each other
And then that crooked smile appears which I know oh so well...
And I realise that he will not leave me...
I realise that he never will...
that I would die if he ever did...

my best friend Teju wrote this poem a while ago. what i love about it is how simple it is. no fancy words, no complex sentence. simplicity is beauty, indeed.