hearts are wild creatures
that's why our ribs are cages
but maybe that's why
they sing so often

I am having trouble writing.
It is as if there is a wall of bulletproof glass separating me from the words that are dying to escape the metal cage they are kept in. I am the only one with a key sitting comfortably in the pockets of my jeans, but no matter how hard I pound my fists against the wall, I do not get any closer to quieting the agonizing screams emerging from the trap. They get louder, aching for liberation, tethering their syllables around the bars as they sit, confined within a reality I am desperate to free them from.

They are starving to live. I can see the outlines of their bones through the transparent letters that blanket their elastic limbs, each day growing more tired, forgetting the taste of hope every minute that passes. I can feel them collecting dust, shrinking down to fragile skeletons that have begun to lose meaning. What if one day I will no longer be able to see them? What if one day I have nothing left to save?

I am starving to live. I cannot feel love without a knife stuck wedged in the back of my throat reminding me that I have nothing to describe it with. I can give all of myself to the one who thankfully accepts it but my teeth chatter at the thought of having to apologize for stealing joy from the cookie jar. I am sorry for having no words to say sorry. They told me to tell you that they are sorry for their absence, but I do not know how to say this without them.

For now, I am waiting. The same way I do for Fridays, for your call, for my heartbeat to obey the speed limit, for time to run dry.

I will continue to wait
patiently, tiredly, averting my eyes to the hopes that maybe tomorrow, they will be small enough to squeeze through the bars and set me free.

in this cage we're forced
to fold our wings
in this love we chose not to grow
and fall all over again

Not yet,
It's still too soon.
I'd prefer for my heart to start right in my chest.
It craves to be mended,
Each shattered little piece.
No longer broken,
And finally set free.

But imprisoned by fear,
It cages itself.
Leaving the key,
Only eighty beats from its hell.
For any heartbreaker to stumble upon;
Without noticing the true power,
My heart can commend.

They watched me carefully,
fluttering in my cage, pointing at my hair.
"how fierce" said the old man with the crooked teeth.
I pressed my clawed hands against the solid bars,
widening my yellow eyes.
"no, not fierce." said the old woman with the cane.
Her leather face turned upwards, smiling,
the skin, stretching like it had not practiced that action,
in a very long time.
"how free."

Silence and sullen breaths
We are all tired now
Sick from a life of thinking
So I sink, deep into my thoughts as they rip me open
Both a horrifying and comforting embrace
I sleep
Knowing all these thoughts shall drain
Never to be seen
Never to cross my lips
Calmly dying in the reservoir of my mind
Like birds trapped in a cage

The cage is full
Now what will I do
I think I'm *******
Their busting through
My fear it grew
My lifes askew
They will ensue
can I get a redo

Here I am again, to mock you and see you in pain.
Does it drive you insane?
But you should know it's not all my fault , you are the one who decided to walk.
I'm just here passing the time, letting you know that you are still mine.  
Sure... I'm still in the cage, and yet you can't help but grow with rage.
I'll get out again, showing you that you can't control me.
Tis a fight to the death, and I'll make a bet.
Though I may not come out alive, you'll be the one in the end who dies.
Even when I gone, there are those who are still wrong.
Because you should know, I'm not the only one, who you should fear.
There are monsters, all around here.
I'm just one you happen to see, that's when you said  " What is wrong with me? ".
Knowing what we were doing was wrong, you decided to stand strong.
You put me in a cage, your not the only one growing with rage.
You might be able to stand, but I see you stumble, Falling down and then Crumble.
It is then, that I smile and say " Come here my child, I'll make it worth your while" ".
But NO! You reject ME! Saying " I will not let this effect me! "
Go ahead, Try to see if you can stand, I'll make sure you will not be the better man.

It's  pounding.
It's beating.
It's louder than
breathing.
This wild heart
locked in my cage.
So full of emotion.
Feeling this rage.
Wants to break out.
When words speak
the language.
Feel love in the crowd.