Me

 

Would you stay if I

Showed you

Me?

In my mind

You handle it all

Way better than I do.

You

Look for places

To get lost in

Yet never lose yourself.

I let

Emotions

Tumble down

Like

Rolling stones

That somehow always gather moss.

That’s the thing with me

I never am content in being

As I am,

I

Build my house

With your words

Then look for your heart

In phrases you uttered

Half awake.

That’s how

I lose

Myself.

Paris