I\’m Not Very Perceptive
I’m not very perceptive, you say.
I cannot see the look in your eyes every time you regard me with contempt
Or hear the silence that sweeps across your mouth after I ask a question
Or comprehend the language your body speaks when you just
Although it’s not that I cannot see, it’s that I’m incapable of seeing
The smile you use to light up the lives of others while I fade in your periphery
The way you avoid my eyes when you detect my presence in a room
The subtle turn of your head every time I stumble back into desperate envy,
Envy of the version of me who didn’t know
You would say I’m not very perceptive.