I think I am in love with intimacy,
not you.

he's got a lazy smile
& he walks too slow
his eyes are steady
& his voice is too low

but when he runs it's wild,
his body strung tight
& he loves wholeheartedly,
pupils blown wide

his energy is so close to the surface
you can feel his skin humming,
if you touch him gently

yet he keeps his face slack
& he walks too slow
he is so controlled
you would never know
about the part of himself
he doesn't show

my wings are breaking
my body's shaking
my feathers float softly
to the ground I'm trying to escape
soon I will be in the clouds
but how long can I do this?
my escape is becoming my prison

my words
got stuck somewhere
between my throat
and the air
outside my lips
and I wanted
to tell you
all my sins
but I choked
on your opinion
of me