tempest

birds and love

why can't my love be like a bird learning to fly

there are many similarities

like

we were both pushed

me by you

the bird by its mother

(you push much harder)

and we both fell quite a long distance down

before we realized we must do something

the bird flapped

and flapped

harder

and harder

and harder

and

began to fly

now here comes the difference

and why I wish I was a bird learning to fly

I loved

and loved

harder

and harder

and harder

and more

and more

and I know I tried harder than any little baby bird in history

yet still

all that happened

was

I fell

d

o

w

n

d

o

w

n

so here I lie

at the bottom of this endless cliff of my love

looking at you

looking at you and your arrogance

and stupidity

because I know

I know,

I know you watched me fall

the more I tried

the more I loved

the less you cared

you didn't have to love me back, you know

I wanted you to

but you didn't have to

still

the least you could've done

is given me your hand

and stopped me from falling any further

but I know that wouldn't of happened

so as I lie here

beaten

bruised

and broken

I do not wish that my love was like a bird learning to fly

because

little birds that have fallen to the ground can't pick themselves up,

but I can.