You say we're sensitive
Cry at little things
We're not sensitive
We just have very light wings
We fall easily by those mean words
but you think its nothing
We're just little pathetic birds.

Whenever I need something
or want something
You are first on my list
One simple text sent after a year
still captures your attention
How is it that our skins barely make contact
along with our eyes
not seeing each others smiles or messy hair
I picture you with the remembrance of when I last saw you
fluffy hair like lions fur
eyes with no exact color,
changing like my feelings and emotions I have for you
Why is it that we both have accepted
that we are no good for each other
The fear that with one liking the other
can destroy the Earth as a whole
Questions on top of questions
Stack like books that I will never read
Laughter and sighs create this dysfunction
Nothing is whole
When a heart flutters in butterflies
It is suppose to be kept locked and release
for when your soul-mate comes