miserychick.

These eyes have been shown
what they would search to find.
Some sights have been known
to make you blind.
“Don’t touch what you don’t own.
Don’t seek what you won’t find.”
Don’t care where this ‘belongs’…
Now, it’s mine:
more than I need, but I don’t want to waste it;
ripped at the seams every time that I taste it.
I know what I’d see if I turned and I faced it:
a suffocated, wasted, lovely thing.