Echo

by Naomi L. | May 20, 2016 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry | 2 comments

What I saw from
Above you,
Of you,
Is what I see
Into you,
To you.

How could you ever
Fancy me?
See me.
You’re all I want
Before me,
For me.

Yet if you don’t
Believe me,
Leave me.
I saw all the lies
My ego threw you
Go through you.

I see the truth
In you– no, me.
You know me.
And I’ve known this,
For a while, of you:
I love you.