I like to smoke, which is to say I keep my head high and my eyes low
I'm scared of bugs at times which is to say I remember the days that butterflies were birthed from my throat
you told me never to come back which is to say if your heart aches like a prayer you'll always find your way home
and I'm always on time; which is to say I remember the days I was stuck waiting for you
random burst of inspiration upon waking up this Saturday, luckily I now bring a journal wherever I go so it was painless to rally up my thoughts and create this little bird of a poem.