Little eyes

Little eyes

everywhere.

Little eyes

that meat mine

as quickly as

they zoom by.

Windows of

light, that

reveal glimpses

of the television,

an orange painted

living room

and little eyes.

Little eyes that

remind me that

there are infinite

worlds.

I rub my eyes

I rub my eyes

until I see bright

green spots,

snake skin- like

patterns.

Because,

fuck

it feels good,

like scratching

a bug bite

till it bleeds.

Like eating

ice cream

till your stomach

hurts.

I cant help it.

And hell,

sometimes

I’d much rather

look at my own

light show

than the

stagnation

around me.

You made me feel real

You made me

feel real

and with your

skin pressed

tightly

against mine,

there was no

questioning,

I knew I was

there. And as

I run my hands

along my own

flesh, I’m left

wondering why

it doesn’t feel

the same.

Left wondering

if it is you

that makes

me feel real,

or me that

makes me feel

unreal?