Delicate Little Bird

To Him
I am a delicate little bird
Not to be pushed
Or I might fall
Carefully protected by his guard

To Him
I am as fragile as thin glass
Not to be dropped 
Or I might shattered
Safely carried in his embrace

To Him
I am as sensitive as creaky wood
Not to be jumped on
Or I might splinter
Polished by him regularly

To Him
I am a gentle warm breeze
Not to be ignored
Or one might miss it
Laying in my comfort

To Him
I am a soft blanket
Not to be tugged
Or I might rip
Shared only with him

But to Me
He is the delicate little bird.
Fighting against the winds of a stereotype
To be a man,
To protect at night,
To provide at day.
But I can see through
His chirpings of fake laughs.
His songs of forged reassurance.
Oh, delicate little bird.
I will sing for you.
I will house you within my nest.
I will swaddle you in my warmth.
Oh, delicate little bird.
I will protect you.