the world is full of heartbreak
yet
I still feel the need to share mine
small and slight as it is
a broken bird in the palm of my hand
green blue red whatever color
I would have chosen it
swallowed it whole so I’d glow
from the inside
you would fly to me like a moth
but I’m all empty inside
too selfish and consuming
I've already had too much
why should I get to have you too