Blackbird

You left me before I could speak. 

You left me before I had a chance to hear the "why". 

You left me before I knew you—before you knew me. 

You left me with a white dove—when I was a blackbird.

You left me—a blackbird in a world full of white doves—alone. 

I felt the pain of being a blackbird. 

I felt the pride in being a blackbird. 

I felt the pain of being your blackbird. 

I felt no pride in being yours. 

I was loved by the white dove. 

I was loved by all the white doves. 

I was loved for being a white dove. 

I tried to lighten my feathers. 

I tried to tame my wings. 

I tried to be a white dove. 

But, 

I am a white dove. 

I am a blackbird. 

I am yours. 

And once I learned that, 

I flew.