This morning, I saw the birds.
Pink skies and sweaty sheets taught me love can be sweet and sour.
The steady heartbeat of the sun breaking between train cars lets me know that I should try harder.
Falling slowly was never the plan, but it was you who taught me to clip my wings in wait.
Early mornings and sweaty sheets taught me love can be sweet and sour.
Patience is a virtue, but never my own.
Hurt, I gave myself to you over, and I’d give it many times over again.
I chose to give fully.
Patience is a virtue, but never one of my own.
In no time at all, I gave it all away.
While I chose to give fully
I can’t stand myself when my love is inside me.
In no time at all, I gave it all away.
I feel compelled to kiss the hand that feeds me when it feels like it.
Now I can’t stand myself when my love is inside me.
you’ve clipped my wings.
I feel compelled to kiss you when you feel like it.
For you, I’d do everything if time allowed.
Your favorite animal.
No time—you could become my stranger, but for now you’re just here with me.
For you, I’d do anything if time allowed.
This morning, I saw the birds, heard your skin brush against mine.
No time—you should be a stranger, but you’re here.
Even so, the sun’s slow heartbeat flashing between train cars lets me know that I can try again.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC