I've always been slightly obsessed
with the human mind.
It just fascinates me.
How is it that one second
a person can be a stranger.
And yet, one second later,
they become your whole life.
I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me,
like for once in my life
I was being looked at and not through.
Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally,
I wasn't so alone.
It's been 625 days
since that first look.
And I am happier than ever.
For you, I would wait forever
If it meant eventually
getting to spend the rest of my days
With You.
Finally at Peace.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
I've always been slightly obsessed
with the human mind.
It just fascinates me.
How is it that one second
a person can be a stranger.
And yet, one second later,
they become your whole life.
I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me,
like for once in my life
I was being looked at and not through.
Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally,
I wasn't so alone.
It's been 625 days
since that first look.
And I am happier than ever.
For you, I would wait forever
If it meant eventually
getting to spend the rest of my days
With You.
Finally at Peace.
This poem is an alternate ending to a poem I wrote titled 625 (Dark).
