I am a single bird
flying alone
yet somehow
my heart is
full

Eventually this is going to **** you:
I will drop through the cracks in your limestone heart
Filling the spaces that you never knew existed
Until finally, without warning,
The stalagmites rupture your lungs and every breath is agony,
Calcified rock growing drip by devastating drip -
I wish you would have fallen away instead of in love;
There is no manual that could have warned you
That you have to move,
Do something
Anything at all before I bleed all the happiness from your mouth or see
If I could kiss you like an animal
All claws and snarling rage,
Screaming and burning,
A supernova in your arms,
But I am already in your heart and I know I will hurt you without any of that
So I lie with you, and listen to the stalagmites growing deep within, and wonder if you knew that I
was going to hurt.

It bends its back and cracks its spine
Out of sheer frustration
Much like a whip
For as it is, it seems to be, and ever will be
The unchangeable, and the uncommented

Much like the silent birds which breathe, yet are not without their own beauty
How they never sing, and will never speak of such things
Because this is how, and this is when
I know why the willow whips do weep

For as we are one and from the same
How they cry in silence, not out of vanity, but out of frustration
Because you, in stay, know no other way
Than to pass them by before they can speak

Of the way your footprints tread on the teeming dandelions
Leaving only the meadow left in pain
For you are so invested in your own sunshine
That you neglect to see and hear the same
That the willow whips now weep in pain