Don't look into my soul;
I didn't give you permission to.

I keep a cracked mirror in my room.
My mother asks why,
Yet I'm too scared to tell her that it's because I want to see what's on the inside of me.

You were a crack in the sidewalk
That I meant to step over,
But I ended up stumbling and falling
Into you.
Stumbling and falling,
Like how Alice tumbled down the rabbit hole.
You appeared to be much deeper
Than I ever imagined possible.
And for a crack (more like a canyon) in the sidewalk,
You had impressive lighting and decor.
I think I'll make myself at home.
I learned that
Things aren't always how they seem,
Along with the wisdom that
You don't get bad luck
For stepping on cracks.
Although,
You may find yourself lost in another world.
I just thought you were a crack in the side walk,
But you were (you are) so much more.

*I hope I'm not just one to you.

When I was little,
I always wondered if people wore nightcaps to sleep to capture their dreams.

I told him that the holes in his ears were individual universes that I'd love to explore,
So he plugged them up.

I curled up under the Columbine sheets,
He planted kiss after kiss on my rosy cheeks.
His eyes told me words that could never be said,
And with that, he climbed into our lovely king bed.