Crow

To everyone who has tried to love me
I am so sorry
I did not mean to offend
It’s just that..my reflex is to defend
What is left
And all that is left
Is all that I hide
The mathematics of shadow
Nothing + nothing = a greater appreciation of something
Even if it is only a falling crow calling out to its wings
Beat against all that is around you
That is the only way to keep flying
Cause when you fly solo
You fly so high
I have been told that people who sleep
In the fetal position are searching
For love and comfort in the posture and poise
Of dreams and nocturnal choice
I have spent so many nights
Sleeping in the fetal position
Like love is a verb
But it is not
It is a question
I have no answers for you