ravaged by faces
needing them all
compulsively obsessing
turning the pages
new and ripped from magazines
faces through the monitor
reading those lives
those heartaches
those feelings
wanting to be like them
jealous of that hair
envious of that face
hungry for that body
dreaming of their words
but i cannot be like them
i am myself
i am grateful that i am me
rejoicing in my life
my own stories
my own beauty
my own existence
my own world
my own words dancing through the glass of this monitor
for others to see
to understand
to envy
to wish for
then they are grateful
just like me
that they are them
their own lives
their own loves
their own meaning.