His and Hers

HIS AND HERS.
sneak

Him.

Pupils overwhelmed,
preparing to dilate.
Its hard bestowing compliments -
on those who radiate.
I have fallen once too often,
all senses lost to lust.
Upon my clouded vision -
I will lay my only trust.
For she is my surrender,
words fail and so do I.
I know not what I do,
yet awkwardly I try.
I imagine warm embraces,
to kiss perchance to dream.
I pray to William Shakespeare,
to pen me in her scene?

Her.

My personal development -
is unaware of growth.
I will lend no helping hands,
for I am sitting on them both.
Omnipresent are the beautiful,
and the confident of grace.
They magnify too clearly -
every blemish on my face.
Every pore a little larger,
every failing overblown.
The beholder of these eyes -
will often cry alone.
I reflect on mirrored surfaces,
pretending not to be.
Vain are my attempts -
to gain successfully,
any modicum of confidence -
in a world of harsh critique.
I assume myself disfigured,
my thoughts a touch oblique.
My lips, a screaming monument -
to kisses I will miss.
It's hard accepting compliments -
when all you feel is this.