I Can’t Stop Smiling

I look at you,

     like you are some kind of masterpiece.

          A work of art people can't help but fall into.

Your edges are soft,

     your colors vibrant,

     and I don't want to blink.

But then, out of the corner of my eye,

     (while I'm simply reading,

          of all things)

     I see your face, and

          my ribs crack open.

     Every color, orange, purple, yellow, green --

          bleeds out of me.

Because...

(and I never knew)

     you look at me like that too.