A caged bird that sings to the wind like only a lover can.

I do back bends on roller coasters,
I want to be fearless.

I want heartbreak to be named after me,
so when you fall and shatter (yet again)
you are forced to say my name.

Regret coats my throat

A cough syrup that interrupts confessions

Unable to keep my eyes downcast
I gaze at the galaxies of the streetlights with my back to the pavement.

I trace trapezoids into my blue jeans
mouth confessions to the moon.

Press fingertips to taste buds
I can taste what I feel:
gravel
books
and pens

oh, and regret.

yeah, mostly that.