Please

Love the birds, love the sea,

Love everything but me

Love yourself, anyone else,

Everyone but me

I’m not to be loved

When my heart is so closed

I can’t even love myself

I’m not to be loved

When the love is for those

Who search it out of the shelf

I’m too coward, too complicated,

So afraid to hurt

Or to be hurt

You give me poppies

With your puppy eyes

And it always ends

with a turn of my head

On those sad, lonely, heartbreaker goodbyes

Love the birds, love the sea

Not me!