I miss him
I guess I'll never stop missing him
Sometimes I wish I'd never let go of that hand
That way, maybe he would've stayed
Sometimes I'd stare at the half-empty bottle of perfume by my bedside
Wishing that if I put it on
He'd find himself at my door again

I want to get undressed for him again
Watch our naked forms collide into an apocalypse
Wrap my legs around his waist
Feel his lips crashing against mine
Inhaling every scent of his Heaven
I invite him into my paradise
A place where
Daydreams and love and his cologne
Aren't just soaked into my bedsheets

Our love was trapped in the bottle of perfume
By the bedside where we once made love
In the palm of my hand
It feels like a black hole now
Where you never existed
And my heart was never broken.

you are a dream
too beautiful to be true
too dangerous to be true

ever feel that ache after waking from the perfect dream?
those tears are made of your fingers tracing down my skin
my heart is just as empty as my mind now

arms wrapped around me on the beach
ocean waves, your green eyes
our skins sparked friction that burnt out rocks in the night sky

it was my first time seeing shooting stars
i didn't wish for you
because i knew you'd never come true

you were my most beautiful dream
sadly
you can't be part of my reality

i'm dancing alone in the living room
inhaling the air without your cologne
how i wish i could love you back

i never planned you into my world
now i must wake up
i don't know how to say goodbye.

Funny how after all these years
I can still smell you on my sleeves
The scent lingers
It's like you never left.

Nouns verbalized
Like how nature composed wind
So we could feel something
The words rolled off our tongues tied
Did they make you feel something?

1st boy
His golden irises reflected
A sinful abyss
I fell in too deep
The magnetic field got too strong
I could swear on a Bible that it was
Love that i felt
But only the universe would know.

2nd boy
His hand found mine
In miserable wreckage
Rebound
I hit the ground hard
I promised myself
"No feelings"
But only the universe would know.

I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.