Watch Me

I look at him because you don't want me to look at you.
I don't know what you want, and what I want doesn't matter.
The good cancels the bad but the bad cheats its way to winning.
When you lean towards me, I find myself leaning back, like instinct.
It is beyond instinct, it is beyond logic, but there's nothing beyond it.

I steal glances so I can picture you while I'm looking away.
You never catch me staring because I don't have to.
I have your face stamped on everything around me, on leaves, on smoke, on infinity.
I value your silence because it is when I feel that you're really with me.
It is when you're here that I feel you're at the greatest distance.

I look at him because you don't want me to look at you.
It's enough that you're watching when I turn around.