it is not my shame

for i am proud of love

nor is it my fear

that rises above

above my wings

that ache your name

above my eyes

that avoid your gaze

the one they long for

but feel unworthy

to be pulled towards

i will give my love

in the form deemed okay

by the social norms

we all must obey

and if you disagree

please let me know

tell me the glass was air

and through it i will go

but know for now my heart

lies outside the walls

my hands seek to destroy

to reunite before the fall