All that I wanted and more

tied up in secret codes of allure.

Makes me wonder how deep in slumber

I am while looking at tired eyes, wild with surprised.

I upped the ante and found it uncanny

that i was still striving fantasies that made me bleed

of happiness—but i still can’t see the need

of my soul turned out and made whole

by something that’s not there, but ill keep the gaze, and stare.

I don’t know what I’m looking for, anymore.