Beautifully Dangerous Poem by Alexander Hale

I hate the way he makes me feel
I hate that he's become my ideal.

His touch sends shivers down my spine
I wish his soft murmurs didn't sound like a sweet wine.

His lips like heroin keep me addicted
his eyes deeper than any ocean boar into me.

Seeing everything and understanding all
It should scare me but it just makes me want more.

But poison is in his look
and power is in his touch.

I wonder why no one sees him the way I do
I fear that maybe i'm just all too aware of him.

Looking too closely at his graceful body
seeing too much of what he hides
and wishing hopelessly that he was mine.

Leaving me with questions everyday
giving me impossible answers that should push me away.

He is beautiful to all
but dangerous to one.