the day that i met you 

i shed my skin

and all that was beneath it 

taking a page from the cobra’s book

slithering away from certainty

forgoing comfort

i hoisted myself into your world 

before i got the chance to understand my own 

it was not enough to be with you

i wanted to live under your flesh 

to dangle in the back of your throat 

to stir in your veins

i was ready to die before i had even lived

content with being 

a blip in your timeline

a speck in your universe 

a mere lipstick stain on your pillow

i abandoned my reality

because i was so engrossed in yours 

fixated on a love not meant to least

hung up on temporary sensations

i lost myself 

to you