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