#1
You know, you remind me of a pigeon.
You're comfortable around people (me)
but if they (I) make any sudden moves
You retreat inside this nest of pillows and
safety blankets.
I guess you need convincing, I've got seeds to sow
'unclose' all the copper-tinted cages, maybe
But if we can lay here with your leg grazing mine
I'd be happy to let you peck at my petty insecurities,
dig up a new worm from deep in the cupboard
feasting on skeletons.
What I'm trying to say is
I think it's kind of cute, but frustrating
when all I want is for you to open up
and all you do is fly away;
Because I'm selfish
and this poem isn't about you anymore.
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