How does one love a bird

who is locked in a cage,

unable to do what it does best?

How do such lovely creatures

sing all day and night

despite seeing that their freedom

is just outside a window.

How do so many wings fly

through the cerulean sky

knowing one day

their wings will be unable to carry them?

Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them

I
pored
over every
word dripping
off of your tongue
flowing out of your lips
I pored over every word
filling up my lungs and
s u f f o c a t i n g m e
I pored over your
every word

             so         you       you         me     was          to
               when      said      loved      I        ready   


    drown

All of our cards are on this rotting table

they are soaked in our blood

but we play them anyway.

A sick game,

you like to play.

A bad bet,

as you like to say.

My cards are turned right side up

everyone can see my hand

except me.

A misplaced trust,

I had given you.

A poor chance,

the cards I drew.

We play for the big prize,

you say it's fair chance

that you won the bet on me.



Yet we both know I did not know the rules of the game.

I spent hours gazing into your treasured sky.
I knew your planets
like the back of my hand.
I knew the life
of each joyous star.
I knew your cosmos
and your nebulae.
I studied the way
they orbited around your precious soul.
But one day, I could not see it anymore.
Somehow, everything you created was gone.
Each planet you molded
had melted away.
Each star you smiled at
faded to gray.
Each moon you whispered to
was wandering aimlessly at bay.
You told me that one of the stars had burned out
which created a hole.
One that was evil and wanted control.
And now it was searching for another galaxy to devour.
I didn't believe you at first,
but it turns out you were right.
It's just that this time, 
it took something far bigger
It took a whole universe; your mind.
And I was right next to you as you pulled the trigger.

Many of our nights together,
I would just nod and kiss your cheek.
Those nights,
I would look at the peaceful stars
and wish that you would see the beauty in things. 
I hoped that one day
you'd be able to see the world as I did:
An oversize canvas
with too many colors.
Yet somehow,
they fit perfectly.