the days you couldn't get out of bed were the days he was full of birds in his stomach; fluttering wings and sharp beaks pulling for validation.
and the hummingbird in your heart never stops going off when you've trained it this well, because even a bird can fall in love with its cage if it's beautiful enough; stockholm syndrome in its raw disgust.
impulsivity never came naturally for him, perfection was his answer to thoughts smelling like recycled air and suffocation.
but you, you would rip all the sheets off and you could always tell when there was something off when there was something i've lost, and never knew that it was you growing around my bones like moss.
or maybe more like poison ivy by the way you expected so much from me and i couldn't stop the both of us from falling off the rollercoaster you refused to get off of.
so now that i know, i won't let you become my demise because a ******* once told me; "Anticipation is always stronger than surprise."