why all these secrets, so deceiving
picking at my weakness what was the reason
I am heated, I've been burned
I thought with you the leaf would turn
but I guess it is still not my turn
after all these trauma a win I thought I earned
weeping into my diary, crying out words
but none can encapsulate this heartache
my heart breaks at the thought of watching you stray
watching you undermine me, watching you defy me
the road ahead is hard, even harder with these extra scars
I wish I got out unscathed, now I must bathe in this defeat

Why does the caged bird sing?

I wanted you to see me.
That I was ready to fulfill your every desire.
Your smile, laughter, your cries... your tears mean so much more
..so much more.
I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to see your dreams come true.
You could have been so much more.
My every moment, my reason for being.
A love that gives unconditionally to those unwilling to receive,
my foolish philosopher, all these things and so much more.
I am starting to think "you" will never exist.
In these moments while reflecting I see how "he" could never be "him".
Thus this life, the reason for it, I haven't found it yet..

The caged bird sings because,
…birds sing.

some things are better left unsaid, yes.

but watching people talk and write down about things that’s hurt them, heavily to the point they chose to sleep on them has got to be the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I only write when I feel these emotions, right in the deepest center of the realization. that’s when you know there’s a slightest meaning when you’re all lost and never want to be found again.
I write down when I’m fully aware of myself and my surroundings because I know for a fact that the next day I will feel empty and I could do anything to fill this vacant hole, again.
And I decide to read and read until I detach myself from the everlasting numbness for I can feel again and write down another poem about it.
It could take weeks maybe months but if it has meaning, it is definitely worth all the energy you can give.