cradle me in the night
which is dark and cold
but in the morning
you leave me
like you found me.
i am a feather of things
simplicity of wings and another
heart string tendon
vibrating towards your
hands held and shaken
i am shaken when i am with you
feeling insecure and unsure
and less than i have
ever felt
but sometimes
it's good to feel small.
know your place
stand up straight, stand
in line and
know your place
is right next to someone else
someone who bothers to warm your back
when its facing the wind
and knows to kiss your cheek
when it's hot from the flame.
but i'm still burning
waiting in line
the finish line, heart pulled
with fish line and sinker
i just need someone who would
bother to reel me in.
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