Walking down a corridor
This person meets my eye
The person of dreams
The one who looks unreal
God like with their scheme
The scheme to meet
Meet me
Why meet me, the one who says it all
All of it down the line
Makes sense in retrospect
But in that moment of meeting
There was no words to describe
Describe the comfort you gave
The comfort id felt before, but long before
Something I thought had died
Came back to show
Show me that comfort can reside
Reside in people you know
In people you meet
YOU ARE READING
Struggles of self hate And Doubt
PoetryA book of poetry spanning scared to open up, to jealousy, to just scared
