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Amy Nov 2014
I've always been slightly obsessed
with the human mind.
It just fascinates me.

How is it that one second
a person can be a stranger.
And yet, one second later,
they become your whole life.

I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me,
like for once in my life
I was being looked at and not through.
Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally,
I wasn't so alone.

It's been 625 days
since that first look.
And I am happier than ever.

For you, I would wait forever
If it meant eventually
getting to spend the rest of my days
With You.

Finally at Peace.
This poem is an alternate ending to a poem I wrote titled 625 (Dark).
Amy Nov 2014
As silly as it may seem
Our Love,
Is lost at sea.

No where to be found.
Amy Nov 2014
I've always been slightly obsessed
with the human mind.
It just fascinates me.

How is it that one second
a person can be a stranger.
And yet, one second later,
they become your whole life.

I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me,
like for once in my life
I was being looked at and not through.
Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally,
I wasn't so alone.

It's been 625 days
since that first look.
And now I'm right back where I started.

Transparent.
Amy Oct 2014
In that position again...
You know,
the one where I need you
way more than
You Need Me.

— The End —