He walks into the room
making everyone want him.
Tan, glowing skin
that meshes so well
with the dark clothes he wears.
Lush,
waiting lips
that call out for attention.
A soft stare pointed at nothing.

He sits alone,
hiding behind the face of an angel.
Wondering behind mysterious,
thinking eyes
about the person he is
and who he will never be.
Practicing what he does best
to become someone better.

The image of perfection,
but a mind filled with fear.
He is the friend of vulnerability.
The roommate of insecurity.
The student of lust.
He has nothing to offer but himself.