The night was my tightrope act over the darkness
A performance, trying not to fall into the sky,
Stars blinding me with their mocking starkness.
Telling me my broken wings could never fly.

The day was me treading precariously trying not to drown.
Lungs being soothed with silver tears and oil colored blood,
Demons pulling me consistently down down down
My work not done, yet I washed away with the flood.

I covered myself in smiles, hiding the bruises I bore
Laughing, making friends, trying to compensate,
               But you need a pair of wings to soar  
               And don’t need water to suffocate.


and suddenly one day I found you,
then I was falling and drowning in you too.