i want to split this skin
and hold my skull in my hands
a graveyard souvenir from
someone i no longer am

Cooped up all day
Watching the birds in flight
Jealousy runs through my veins
Thinking about my flesh in sunlight
Crisp fresh air
Wind blowing around my hair
Cheeks cool to the touch but I don't care
I need fresh air
Duty calls
And so I must comply
I think a part of me just wants to die

Someone, you thought, holds
your hand passionately
while walking through the terrains
and prairies of life.
Someone, you thought, intends to strengthen
the threads of love bonds
while writing, day and night,
each chapter of life.
Someone, you thought, inherits
the trait of being together
while counting, good or bad,
each day of life.
Someone, you thought, hisses
to spit that lethal poison
while walking on a separate
yet uncalled path of life.
Someone, you thought, is really mistaken
in waging a war of words
while opting a second part of life.
Someone, you thought, will love you
in the fullest and the finest
while knowing that
would be the end of life.
You thought, you thought