Perfectly Imperfect Me

You never knew,

How to love me,

And that is the reason,

I left.

You knew how to love me only,

When I was inside a cage,

That kept me “safe,”

From the world,

But darling,

I let you cut my wing tips,

Long enough,

Because that is my world,

In the dangerous heighths of the sky,

And you have no right,

To take it from me,

Just because,

You labeled it dangerous.