narcissus

which one was i?

the allure of the rippling water,

sunlight shining over and through,

deep in its mystery and dread?

or was i the one to fall in?

red string reflected in the waves,

my own interest reflecting back to me.

if you were the lake, your depth would

match your sincerity.

if you were the man, your character

would match your end.

if i am the lake, you never had to

come and disturb my peace.

if i am the man, is it my fault

if you only ever showed me my love?

in the next life, come back as the sun

and i’ll come back as the moon.

that way, neither of us can fall into

eachother.