Hi this is hurt
From the province of brokenness
In the city of tears
At the street of unfulfilled promises.

I just woke up from the funeral
Of an abused hollow muscular
Pain that even callous can't clad
Wrecked emotionally and mentally of a lad

This will be my home
I would like to be here
Since no one can hear
The whimp that can tear

I feel loved and cared
All day is being shared
I'll be here for a long time
I'll be here for a long time.

Where someone cared for me
Where someone loves to feel me
Where I am being remembered
Where I can be me. -J.R.G.F

I am a lover of quietness.
Unrevealed words within a mum heart
In deepest part of me hoping everyone's single thought of our wholeness'
"Won't let anyone to take apart."

Honey, you're too far from the truth when this toxic attachment is bringing you down to his knees

​You pledged your affections to me that day
As you snuggled up to me.
And nearly everyday since,
You'd sung me to sleep.
Your strength was the kind,
People like me couldn't be afraid of.
Because I knew, you'd use your might only to protect me.


You fell in love with me before I did
And I couldn't wait to fall for you soon after -  
That's how lovable you were.
That's how worthy of being loved you made me feel.
I think of that day; and today, and realise that
You've been the most loving
And the most fearsome person I have loved.
I wonder, how can someone personify
Both love & reckless anger at the same time?
Is it a twisted version of your love for me I see,
When you turn into the control freak that you do?

You say that some birds cannot be caged,
Their feathers are too bright.
You nearly caged the very bird you had freed
In many ways with your love.

And I am the bird who doesn't want to
Fly away from what had become a cage for her
Now that the door is open,
Because she'd fallen in love with her captor
Way before she knew she'd be terrified of him some day.

Am I the parasite?
The leech that latches for days and drains,
The mosquito that ***** and savours the blood,
Do I cling too tight and push you away?
Am I weight that sinks you, deep in the mud?
The weather balloon tether pinned down to the ground,
Superglue poured on the perch of a birdcage,
Am I tear in your plane wing, thirty feet off the runway?
A lead lining to your new kite, recieved on your birthday.

But a bird that doesn't fly can never drop from the sky,
Runway flight failures don't cause a stall and a fall,
A balloon can't be popped by air pressure down here,
And lightning won't strike a kite with no height to it at all.

So maybe I'm the safety net,
A prison tower, but the stablest,
The delicate balance of freedom and danger,
Is something I'm not aquainted with.