For you I lost my composure.
You don't know me that way.
With one simple question it rang clear
that for you, I am onesided.
I want to know your dimensions:
your eyes, your lips, your lack of depth.
"I don't know."
Words burst through my eyes
strangling my brain
with dancing strands of your hair
ridding me of breath.
I do know.
You will never see my words again.