You’ve left breadcrumbs behind
And that’s fine...
I’ve never written about you
Because I’ve always felt like...
I do not wish
To rebuild the house...
I never thought
I would become...
My worth
Is not held...
I would search for you
In every universe that exists...
I would like to
Return to you...
Imprisoned
locked behind these crimson bars...
Cut me
scrape me...
Take me to the top
An avalanche of wonder...
The wind blows my hair
Tiny strings wisping in the breeze...
Hey you in the forest
What is your name...