A Prop for the New Show

You small, blue flower of titanic proportions
you are too sweet to me.
I wish I could be as kind to you
          as you are to me.
I realize I cannot be with you
          I don’t know if you reciprocate my feelings
I might be projecting simple thoughts
of devilish wishes.
The lack of response is unsettling
          and evermore yearning.
I do not know what I am doing
I really don’t.
I can be confident while we roll past the club for the sixth time
          but when we’re stuck together between child safety cushions
I am more cowardly than a cow
          when the wolf cries for the moon.
My friend,
          I will never leave your side.
You always have someone to turn to
          I will never leave you in the cold.
Your small frame will always have a blanket.