a poem about the gym

[whereareyougoingstanley]

I want you to look at me
and not be able to look away
no voice
no hunger
no message no alert no new post no oh-damn-my-assignment's-due
will be able to stop you
from looking at me

I want to be what makes everyone else in the room hate you,
what stops you from noticing the rest of the room at all
and I want to see you stop in your tracks
and smile and hit yourself, mentally, for having looked the other way for so long
when all this time
I've been standing right in front of you.

Who could reject a perfect arm making its way around your waist?
Who could resist a perfect smile, who could bear
to make a flat stomach plead?

I know somehow that when I get there
I'll know because I'll see you see me,
really,
unquestionably,
like you haven't in so long.

And when you do,
you'll be sorry you ever looked past me