He is myself.
I see him in me.
Two mirrors facing each other.
Is this why
we don’t see eye to eye?
He has brown eyes.
I see my reflection in them.
Pools of sepia depths
that I always drown in.
He makes me lose control.
Just drives recklessly across my heart.
I take control again
and turn the other way.
He never calls.
Or says hello.
He just lingers around..
And…
He knows I’ll keep waiting.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
He is myself.
I see him in me.
Two mirrors facing each other.
Is this why
we don’t see eye to eye?
He has brown eyes.
I see my reflection in them.
Pools of sepia depths
that I always drown in.
He makes me lose control.
Just drives recklessly across my heart.
I take control again
and turn the other way.
He never calls.
Or says hello.
He just lingers around..
And…
He knows I’ll keep waiting.
he never chose me
