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Mar 2015
I get lost a lot.
The first time was when he
Said to me no one loves me
And then there I heard this
Crazy, new idea this
Foreign to me concept of
Get lost.

And so I decided to hide
In background vocals
And side hallways
In taking the long way around
Just to avoid the awkward stares
In deciding that getting lost
Meant gaining this super power
Of complete invisibility

And then I was introduced to words
And in words I found
You can get lost but not disappear
In words you can lose all you have
And gain something so much more
And I started to get lost in the words
In all the late night adventures
In far off places
And forbidden love stories
Which prepared me to then
Get lost.

Get lost in your eyes
Lost in your smile
Lost in the beautiful,
Wonder of someone like you
Lost in the things you say only to me
Lost in the way you sneak sideways glances
Lost in the way you meet my eyes across the room
So lost in all of this perfect story
That I was so lost when you finally said to me
No one loves you.
And I was lost
In a place I had already been.
In a familiar state I felt lost.
My heart hit the ground
Seeping through the cracks
And no one was there to help me pick it up

And I got lost.
So lost I was deciding how to get lost,
No get gone.
How could I, in a matter of seconds, disappear.
Words had stopped working and,
As I had been told before no one loves me
So I can get lost
And no one would have to pretend to notice.

I had driven and got lost,
On the side of some bridge
So far away I couldn't remember the last time I stopped to ***.
But it didn't matter because I would no longer be
And then out of nowhere
And I mean literally nowhere

He was there.
The one who started all this roller coaster of disappearing.
He was there.
The one who wrote the words in which I had disappeared.
He was there.
The one with whom I ran away to disappear.
He was there.
In all of these moments, in all of these tears.
He was there.
He had no capacity nor reason to disappear
Because I need Him.
He is love, and He is delight and He is wonder.
He is here.

And there is no greater person I would rather love
Than the one walks with my long lost soul.
Guiding me back to the place
Where no one can get lost.
Sierra Kristine
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Sierra Kristine  Tijuana
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