Bagels and Birds

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Talking to a friend yesterday, I realized I've written a poem about each of my 'mini-crushes' except one.

I figured I should show them the same treatment everyone else got

This one's for a (very) little songbird
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Late nights spent talking with you
Groaning about every guy who did you wrong
Ranting about the new show you're in love with
Laughing about a mutually hated soul

It's already 3 PM- hell, how time flies
And I could still talk to you for hours, darling
And it's not because of my social timer
Which ran out about 3 hours ago at this point

It's because listening to you relieves me
From reality and all of its hardships
Your voice, your texting style, your smile
I can't possibly think of anything else

The cutest I've ever seen, you strike me
Your eyes hold the key to my heart after all
They're so pretty, and you must know it because
You paint them with all of the best colors

I watched every episode of that show
I listened to every song from that band
I drew pictures of you every chance I could
And still I found myself craving your energy

And now, my favorite songs are all yours
My favorite show came straight from you
And I still draw you when I want to reminisce
Or even simply look at pictures of you

The most draining thing I've ever done
I remember fondly because you were there
That video I took wasn't of our favorite band
It was of you, dancing and smiling at me

What I wanted to remember wasn't the music
I could listen to on Spotify any old day
I wanted that moment, frozen in time forever
That moment we would both never forget

You make me laugh like no one else can
And though yours is loud and makes me tic
It's still one of my most favorite sounds
Right next to the sound of your singing voice

Don't cry tonight, please my heart can't take it
I want so badly to hold you until your eyes dry
Replace those men who treat you like dirt
They don't know how lucky they are, but I do

I'm happy just being here with you,
But I'm happier when your hands are in my hair
Bending down to hug you, I feel my face flush
And my mind wanders dangerous places

You're far gone beyond moved on by now
This little songbird has found their perch
And I'm happy for you, my darling
I've moved on too, so don't fret for me

But every now and then, on nights like these
I listen to our favorite band, your favorite song
And wonder what you're thinking about
And if it's making you smile like you did that night

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