I do not know why the caged bird sings,
nor why I chose to stay inside on
the sunniest day of the year.

There were no birds, no songs, and no cages.
Only shadows of your house on the backyard.

When you get off work
—remember to brush
the quiet ghosts off your shoulder

said I shoulda' had a mother as I watched my tables burn

all of me was based almost solely off of you-i don't know if
we acknowledged it or not, but we sure as hell
romanticized it. i still look for you in the places you once were.
i still look for you in the places you once were.

Lately I’ve been feeling out of place in places that used to bring me a lot of comfort, I don’t want to be near groups lately, I can’t remember recent events because I’m too busy remembering how I felt during those recent events than the actual events themselves, my entire day to day outlook depends solely on one feeling, a constant feeling of always knowing you’re going to be late.

I tried to write of you.


I really tried to write of you.






\i don;t know Why i't didtn work---


I tried so hard, I tried
so hard, but it
was just a sign--
just a sign-just
a
sign.

It's not luck, lover
only privilege.