I think I remind you of someone, but for me
it’s like I’m meeting you for the first time.
I think this poem is going to be about how selfish I am,
because I cant seem to understand
where all the parts go
and every time I feel like I know some answer
the truth stabs me in the eye…
my favourite eye
and what leaks out isn’t blood, or tears
it’s just one more thing I try catching in my hands
like the game had already started
with changing rules
and I know I’m already being watched
by those whose eyes look so much better than mine.