you ever give yourself to someone who glorified others, but not you? 
you ever squander you in a quest of being loved? 
i have. 
i had a person constantly comment on the beauty of another
the beauty of others
but never mine. 
i was always very pretty and only once ever beautiful. 
beget me a complex i didn't see coming. 
i loved my body until it wasn't draya's. 
wondered if i was still lovable if i decided to take my weave out. 

funny thing too because he wasn't 6'2 and chiseled. 
nor perfect by any stretch.
but he was the person I saw,
so I never commented on others. 
never wanted him to feel less than. 
a stroll down a one way courtesy lane,
at my expense. 

the question then becomes which person did the offending
who here is the transgressor?
him for seeing others or me for allowing myself to be unseen. 
to beg in fact
doth protest thy love
my love to a person without eyes for me?
to even now, from time to time
entertain a fleeting, what if, what could have been
if I suppressed my gloom,
my sorrow with him
if I committed to staying
would it have worked
would I be with him now, not alone.

the yearn to be unseen is a dangerous existence
sacrificing you for a fragmented reflection of what someone told you was love
because my dear the basic premise of being loved is being seen
not for a body
nor a head of hair
not for a face
nor a row of aligned teeth
to be seen just,
just for you.

such that his empty spaces won't need filling with his input on others,
on the contrary, his words of praise will form for you. 
a kaleidoscoped vision corrected.