with sober eyes

With these eyes,
I am beautiful.

With these eyes,
I can ruin you,
sway you,
play you,
wish you were anyone but you.

With these eyes,
I love you,
and you love me too,
current affection,
stronger than past affectation.

With these eyes
respect you,
and you worship me too.
Call me beautiful;
I think I may be what you preach.

Call me smart,
I laugh,
and pray
I expect the praise.

Sober,
with these eyes.
I pray for a loss.
Then erase the moment.

The very realization,
that I am stronger than the
division of my parts.