If our paths do cross
I hope it is
without my knowing
I hope you catch a glimpse
of my spirit as it was
before you broke it:
beautiful and entirely blind to you.
I hope I never see you
but that you see me;
In a moment of laughter, of joy,
in passing.
I hope that it stops you in your tracks but that you dare not stop me in mine.
I hope you are struck by the familiar flush
of red life flaring off my cheeks
I hope you fool yourself to thinking
I am the same as I once was.
I will never be yours.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
If our paths do cross
I hope it is
without my knowing
I hope you catch a glimpse
of my spirit as it was
before you broke it:
beautiful and entirely blind to you.
I hope I never see you
but that you see me;
In a moment of laughter, of joy,
in passing.
I hope that it stops you in your tracks but that you dare not stop me in mine.
I hope you are struck by the familiar flush
of red life flaring off my cheeks
I hope you fool yourself to thinking
I am the same as I once was.
I will never be yours.
