YOI Poetry

[muttthecowcat]

Eros

I thought I only needed one chance,
Just one.
I waited for it, prayed for it.

Except now
I'm at my second or third,

And it's fluid,
Running through my fingers,
Caressing over all the cracks
From the chances I took before,
Loosening around the edges.

I'm ready
To throw away myself
And become anything
You want me to be.

This is my chance.

You can have my food
And my home
And my soul.

Everything.

Except,

Some chances are only once.

You'll never know
The parts of me I'm getting rid of,
The parts that dreamed
You'd notice
Before now.