Glass Tiles

Is this real or fake

I observe the pictures that I take

Through my eyes, all these miles

Captured in my mind on glass tiles

Could have filled a book

With how many times I searched your look

And how these questions circle in my head

I could fill a shelf instead

[And I reel for a moment or two

When I realise what might have been true

Possibilities hitting me endlessly

Revealing truths I refused to glean]

Maybe I should say I just don’t understand

It doesn’t work like everyone else

I don’t work like everyone else

I don’t want everyone else

And I may miss my chance

Questions holding me back

Allowing denial

to put me on trial

And its been two years

I’ve been stuck in my fears

Scared to end up in tears

And outcast yet again

Like I’ve always been

Its not just you I’d be losing

Its not just you I’d be losing