I like you and you like me too,
But in two different ways,
Yes; in too different ways.
Cause you're attracted to me,
You're attractive; I see,
But the person I want to be,
Is not the type that falls for thrills.

It may work for the others,
But I'd like to think I'm different.
They may like your tight gripping clothes,
But I hate the inference
That you're available, single and searching;
That you are no more than a body offered for tempting;
I look beyond the show of confidence
And see a girl lacking self esteem;
Seeing herself as a peasant,
While all I see is a queen.

I like you, but not the you on display
I'm more intrigued by the words you don't want to say
I lean in close to steal a peek at your brain
I want to hear your heart's thoughts,
And the contemplation underneath
Not to fixate on lips smudged with gloss
Or to stare at your dazzling white teeth
With the all too little smudge of gloss
Defeat intertwined in layers of deceit.

I want to know your thoughts, I'll love to know your pain
Not to chat around emptiness, playing an all too familiar flirting game
Because I know you have more to offer
You're far more than the pretty face gracing magazine covers
There's the woman formed perfect and stainless
Not the version you've accepted,
YOLO loving and aimless
Clinging to futility; chasing nothingness.

I like you, but not in the way you think
I love you, but not in the way that you want
I want you happy, with a loving husband and kids
Clinging to God, breaking boundaries
The whole of the town, in awe of your deeds
I like you, but not in the way you think
Because I just want to be the one to pull you back from the brink
And pull the virtuous woman out of the sink
And hopefully chisel out the star
Hiding beneath the mascara and lipstick,
Defeat intertwined in layers of deceit.