Fainting Goat

First I see a raven,

Strong and dark.

Now I see an eagle,

Majestic and mighty.

Now I see a crow,

So similar to the raven.

Now I see a feather,

Alone and indistinct.

Finally I see the birds.

His hair, his eyes.

How I love his smile, his laugh.

So funny, so sweet.

Always making me smile, and giggle.

But I’m trapped in the friend zone.

He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.

Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.

Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.

Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.

When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”

When someone asks, “Why are you crying?” my first answer is, “Me.”

When someone says, “There is no point,” my first reply is, “I agree.”

Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.

The sun sets past the moon.

The moon rises past the sun.

The same thing, spoken differently.

I love you.

You are my heart.

Both convey a deep care…or so they should.