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I love on wings

but they never last.

All I know is paper feathers

painting angels on my doorstep,

I sweep them up

like they’re all I’ll ever need,

like the only reason I know how to fly

is because you gave me these wings.

Paper feathers fill my heartbeats,

swirling into nothing

when you mold me into a wave

like the shore is all I’ve ever wanted

Paper feathers are fitting,

they can stand stronger than me

I’m more fragile than shreds

As you pass they flinch before I even react,

stop beating to hang in midair

There are things you say in

darkness

you would never say in

daylight

so I laugh as the sun goes down

There are things I would do

that I would never even write

As I take these paper feathers

bury them in collateral

I know how fast I’m free falling

I’ll leave my heart at the door

and my tongue in your mouth

but when I love

I give them

wings.