Perspective
Once I was everything
and then
suddenly nothing.
But I realized
I was looking through
your eyes.
So I took them out,
along with all the other
parts of you
I'd kept
all that time.
I put my own eyes
back in, looked again,
and I was
just enough.

YOU ARE READING
Dorm Room Poetry
PoesiaCrappy poetry written in the confines of my dorm, usually while I should be doing homework instead.