PART II

i look at him and see someone who is the opposite of me

how can I enjoy his presence, I think to myself?

but we're more alike than I like to admit

more than he likes to admit, definitely

we're more similar than we accept

he's very much

like me

sometimes I wonder what it is about him that intrigues me so much

i'm sure it's the fact that I can't help but fix something that is broken

and that's what he is, in case you don't know: broken

but it's more than that

maybe it's his eyes; they're beautiful, and prying and curious and bright and youthful

like me

but they're also sad, and confused, and trapped and lonely

like me

so maybe my consensus is

since I can't repair the damage done to myself

ill repair the damage done to somebody e