How I get tangled in myself
Like fear mirroring love
Reaching and making contact
Only to get cut

A disillusioned illusion
What marks two eyes
That are murky sea glass stains
Bags that don't leave with sleep
Kisses from life
Sharp nose
Centered forehead crease
A wariness not one does
Dare to speak

How I get tangled in myself
Like fear mirroring love
Reaching and making contact
Only to get cut