my eyes as a human
were made to see
(without headache
or just comfortably)
not one but two points
in close proximity
it's that you have eyes
two not three
does not seem like
a coincidence to me
when we bump foreheads
or eskimo kiss
my eyes for you
are to see
YOU ARE READING
s h a d o w e n t r o p y
Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
