WINGED LOVE

By Hajarah Adokutu

I tried. 

But did I? 

I found a friend and turn it into a lover. And I had loved it the best way I know. 

I had loved like a wingless fairy. Tenderly, I had held this love like a bird, loosely enough not to cage it. Allowing it spread the wings I don't have. 

Maybe that is where I went wrong. Some people need a love like a cage. They need the constant weight of the bars behind them
to feel loved. The reassurance that maybe, just maybe this is home.