Hi…
I’d forgotten what it felt like to be under your gaze.
But here you are, defying my plan of never running into you again.
I spent years longing for you, resenting the hold you had, and wishing wishing wishing.
How could anyone understand what you were and are to me.
I have pieces of you buried in my innermost soul.
I have your hand imprint on the mold that is my heart.
Oh how could anyone possibly understand the role you have had in making me.
The worst part is you do not care, nor do you even know.
Some are all for the “treat her mean, keep her keen” life style.
I say that souls match and sometimes you can’t stop yourself from seeing their soul shine next to yours.
It has taken me two years to finally see that being under your gaze is merely that.
Under your gaze, peered at, for I am someone to be wondered about.
