into the endless stars of your eyes,
fathomless pits of desire.
away from all the easy things,
choosing to shred my emotions instead.
through the looking glass,
my reflection is just an illusion for the world to see.
as if there was no tomorrow,
over the cliff, into the deep blue sea.
from grace, moving though and accepting
the shame of the choices based from ego.
making the same damn choices,
over my feet, to get to you,
or maybe away from myself.
Thank you so much for reading.
© 2021 A. N. Tipton