Run, run little birdy
go as far as you can
faster, hurry!

The farther the better
the problems you've left behind
you can't handle the pressure

The fake sun you seek
is only a mirage
an easy way out from the problems you've wreaked

You should know you're meant to fly
Yet why
why can't you understand it was you sigh
who took yourself from the sky.

If your lips brought me salvation
It was your words that condemned me

Your body that brought pleasure
Your intentions that brought pain

If I have known happiness
it was you
If I have known misery
it was you

It's always you

They say to find yourself
I found myself lost
I know I can leave
I keep myself here at a cost

Self worth
it decreases with my inaction
but I find that inertia keeps me complacent
when I am lost I can hide from my troubles
my fears not existent

You see I'm not lost in position temporally or spatially
I'm lost in my ways
I know who I am
Just not what I want to be

I have a road but I don't want to pick a direction
yet the more I wait
the bumpier and uglier the road gets
what if it's gone one day?

Then...

Then I'll truly be lost.

Look I know my own shortcomings very well.
I procrastinate.
I’m lazy.
I have no ambitions.
But there comes a time when you should look inside yourself and look at your own flaws.
I am not your mirror.
Something to yell at because you see yourself and what you could have been.
I have my own demons and flaws that I acknowledge.
It’s time you acknowledge yours.

I don’t understand what makes it so hard for you to understand
That taking someone’s flaws and mocking them with it
Constantly pulling out their weaknesses again and again
Day after day and then comparing them to others
Is not a way to motivate someone
To reach the heights you dreamt them to soar
No what you’re doing is asking a chained and caged bird to fly high
What height?
How high?
To a sky I can’t see?
Because I’m stuck in the darkness of my own self hate, self pity

Guilt is not your weapon to wield
My wounds are not your higher purpose
You do not seek to heal
You say it’s for my own good
But why do you say I used to be so much better than then
Yet they were able to reach such heights?
Is this some kind of cruel punishment that I deserve?
Is it not your own face you’re trying to save?
While stepping on my pride, my being, my person?

I’m trying to be a better person
Next to you
I’m lesser than
I’m just no one.

The string that tied us was always heavy
Hung from it was silver and gold
I watched you hug them tight like they were your treasure
But did you look at the one on the other side of that string?
I let you keep it, not sparing me a glance
And I watched you stretch that string
Until it broke
I had chosen you
But you had chosen silver and gold
So I pretended
Pretended we were still tied
The only thing that kept me in this pretense
Was the blood we both shared
Now that they've flown away
far from this misery and fakery I called marriage
It's time I step away
My heart has scattered enough gold
There's nothing holding me back.

In our love story
The world was pink
your embrace was my home
quiet nights spent under sheets
each breath with you in mind

The world was beautiful
Cherry blossoms bloomed to the music of our love
thoughts of you followed by bright smiles
pleasure that broke through dawn's light

The world was ours
eyes that only saw each other, lips that only knew us
intertwined in soul in body, with each touch our souls were one
I love you-

The end.
Our love story, it's just a story
Stories end, lives continue
No matter how beautiful
when I wake up we're only strangers.

I live in wondrous worlds but none my own.
Reality is the nightmare from which I awake.
The lives I choose to live are but a fantasy.
Dreams are fleeting; my world is absolute.
Time stops in the make-believe.
It can only tick without end, for
that is life.

I knew you loved her
Your eyes sang with gold and mouth full of tenderness
You were happy

I was the flower that was easily admired
but quick to rot
easy to throw away and forget

Did you ever realize?
You cut me from my roots
placed me in a vase and left

I had to watch you leave with a smile
She was a flower that bloomed under the light of your smile
I hope you don't pluck her buds as you did mine

I'm no longer a flower.

I live in between the wisps of dreams and echoes of stories
I am man
I am woman
I am thing

I live in countries, planets, solar systems, universes, realms and times
I fly on mounts of wondrous creatures
I fight wars of bloodshed wielding scheme, sword, and sentence
I fall in love

Yet I die with "The End"
because the life I live it's not my own
It's a collection of words, it's a collection of images
It's fiction

When "The End" is here, I am me
And my problems become mine
Reality must be acknowledged
But here as me is the last thing I want to be