losing Yourself — A Poem

When you are losing yourself

Photo by Lan Gao on Unsplash

You don't really understand the notion
of it anymore.
It's discreet and silent,
Like a thief sneaking into a dark house,
Believing that everyone's asleep.

But I'm awake,
I think.
And maybe
I'm the one who left the door open
To begin with.

So when I found you inside of a place I should've protected,
I recognized you.

I guess
The only ones capable of stealing you away
Are people you already know.

And maybe I didn’t leave the door open.
Maybe I invited the person in,
Myself.
Believing them to be a guest.
Never expecting them to turn into an intruder
So soon.

But too late.