May Your Eyes Meet Mine

This solemn world
With all its barriers and mistrust;
Why must we become it?
Is to redefine yourself
Rewriting fate?
Like claws, my hands rip apart
The pages that say otherwise
And I take a pen,
Scrawl impatiently a reimagined future,
One which takes me closer to you
And a version of myself
Your eyes won’t look away from.

-k.r.r.