Quiet Cupid
My heart,
a cage
locked by longing–
If only you knew me,
I couldn't be yours.
Price of Me
I saw you
and I wanted to leave.
I loved you
and I wanted to be known.
But my heart is held in corners—
mazed hedges with iron doors.
I vanished when you got close.
That is the price of me.
Postscript: Love
I loved someone.
They tried to know me.
So I walked.
Love, eh?
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