Sep 6, 2025
An Hour In Your Eyes
What if I can’t survive my own mind?
What if I can’t make it to you?
When our eyes lock,
our pupils hold hands—
clinging like it’s the only way
to stay alive.
I am tethered to you.
You are the one I want to understand me,
the one who sees me lose my mind
and finds the broken parts beautiful,
where others have only run.
I drown in the fear of your absence.
My heart screams for proof,
like it expects the worst—
but you’ve always been the best.
Maybe that’s why I’m afraid.
Still, I choose to believe.
To let myself feel
that this is different—
not all in my head,
but real this time.
You are tattooed into my memory,
I’m drunk on the way
you lose yourself in me.
The way time disappears—
it proves us, again and again.
And I am paralyzed by you.
