I Was Never Meant to Land
They keep asking me, why I don’t stay, like staying is something natural, like gravity works the same on, everyone..
but I’ve always felt lighter than that.
Not broken, just not built for the kind of weight,
they call love...
I can stand beside it, study it, trace the outline
of the way people fold themselves, into each other.
But when they reach for me, with that same expectation, something in me, steps back.
Not out of fear..
Not out of hurt..
Just recognition..
Like realizing..
You’ve been cast in the wrong role, and everyone else
already memorized the script.
I don’t ache for closeness, the way they describe it.
I don’t feel incomplete, without someone’s hands
holding mine into permanence.
I am whole, in a quieter way..
Though, they look at me like I’m missing something
like my wings are a flaw, instead of the reason,
I never fall..


































































