Baby,
you’re my barbule
and
do I still have the right to call you that anymore?

I love you so much,
and I’ll never look at crows, magpies, corvids
the same way again

Because this is how I’ll look at them,
like I love you;

Far away, untouchable, skittish
Far removed from their original contexts
A sense of symbology and story
that only I have the real meaning to.

And this is how I love you,
and it hurts you love to like this.
It hurts, even more, that this is something like
my fault.


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