I watch as you swagger

to the restaurant table, unknowingly emphasizing

your skeleton shape.

You say

Hello! and

sit and begin admiring your

stupid 60s hair

in the wine glasses reflection.

You act so normal, but I know that

You secretly love others

evil smiles.

You truly are repulsive!

Why would I ever

love a man like you?

But still,

You look me in the eyes.

With no judgment of me whatsoever.

I suppose,

Maybe,

Perhaps,

You stupid

60s hair

still shows off your

beautiful eyes.

And your skin,

while bony,

touches me

as though I am porcelain.

And your love of evil smiles?

Well,

I suppose

that's what made you love me.