Alone

In love, at peace. Is it wrong to want alone. To not miss and not be missed. To want nothing and no one more.

Leave me be

You made especially evident; for none you ever bent. Henceforth I will be aware, surely, angels aren't heaven sent.

You won all battles

All my strength invested, holding me back. I wish I could leap across the hallway, slap that oblivious look off your face. I see neither hurt nor guilt in your eyes, but I clearly see the pride in your smile.

Suburban Birds

Bird pessimistic alight in nest warm Seeks solace from swarm Takes freedom in own constitution to wallow Cornered in window shallow

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