Sugar class birds must be kept in ornate bejewelled silver cages.
She must be bound to a heart shaped weight of pure gold with a cold black ribbon of silk. For she may fly... though she knows not how.
Why do I feel like my heart is breaking;
like I cannot contain the tears,
like my breath is caught in my lungs,
like I am falling.
Hold me please?
No?
Why?
You were never there.
There is going to be a day where you look over your damned shoulders and there is going to be no one apart from the angel of death smiling grimly.
I hope by then your mindless mind games stop playing you and you're able to understand that it was not due to my lack of trying for you but to your own mistakes... The ones we could never stop making.
YOU ARE READING
Always Loved, Always Home.
PoetryI hope they tell the story of my life. They're my entire life's work. It's working backwards from now to a decade ago. Thank you for reading.
