He is the hawk
Who snatched my heart
As if it were a tiny mouse
And decided halfway through
That he didn’t even want it
He is the hawk of the sunset
The hawk of the dawn
The hawk of my nightmare
The hawk of my love
The hawk
Whose talons clutch at my chest
Whose shadow haunts like a ghost
My every day
My every hour
My world
He is the hawk
Whose beating wings I can only admire from afar
While pretending he cares about me
Whose feathers I can only reach
In the splinters from broken drumsticks