because the second i espied myself telling you i was lost
i all at once realised that i was no longer
in losing myself in you
in your seared sienna eyes, your soft soothing smile, your compelling yet chaotic mind
i'd found myself
and even so, being lost wouldn't be such a bad thing
not if i were to be lost with you
YOU ARE READING
universes behind lonelier eyes
Poetrya collection of poems and contemplations; excerpts i may have re-written or gotten rid of previously. [side note: honestly this is gonna be a pile of shit i'm so sorry]
