a r c a n e [Poems]

Cracked heart

Your eyes brown and soft
Reminding me of unread books in libraries as old as time
And autumn leaves that fall to the ground and crumble at the slightest touch
They remind me of cinnamon sticks and warm tea on a cold day
They remind of running through the woods
they remind me of mushrooms and soft corduroy and I honestly see your eyes in everything

Everything has something to do with you
Everything reminds me of you
It doesn't matter what it is you still find a way to seep into my mind through the cracks of my heart

But you helped make those cracks?