lost & wandering.
i am not a girl;
i am a compass, needle swinging wildly
a map with an x stitched into the center.
i am your north star that pierces the blanket of leaves below.
you traced latitude and longitude lines
across bare skin.
you told me,
but in the end, you needed to find your way out yourself
because i am staying behind,
fixated above you.
my home is a maze, but it's not a stranger. not like you.