There she laid looking at me In a way no one has ever looked at me before. My hands were shaking as I explained My knotted past. I will not be easy to hold on to For my heart is scattered with thorns. Some nights I'll be quiet and she wouldn't know How to pull me out of my delusion, Some nights I'll forget what she sees in me And lose my balance, Some nights I'll overthink and Create a hell for myself, Some nights I'll trip over the mess I created and apologize for it. On those nights, The one thing that will drag me out Of my own labyrinth is That look. No one has ever looked at me quite like that. -Ikigai Poet