You Only See Your Sin Poem by Lazarus Knix

I wish my face
Could be a mirror.
If it was,
I would wait outside
Your window until
Morning,
So when you draw the
Blinds, you could
See the surface of your
Face-
Within mine.

Perhaps then,
(Such a narcissistic lass)
Like you,
Would not refute me
For the freakish
Things I do.

I would sacrifice my
Eyes for glass,
My lips, My lash,
And chin.
So that when you
Grace me with
A glance,
You only see your sin.