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.