Anything But You Poem by Sydney Daniels

He loves me
He tells me so
Most often in response to me
But sometimes on his own.

The words are sweet
The tone sincere
But something is missing in his eyes
And its significance I fear.

They just stare at me,
Just seeing me.
Not searching, not devouring,
Not overwhelming like in the books I read.

I’ve started to wonder
Afraid of the truth.
That if I ask him what he wants,
He’ll say, anything but you.