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The boy was too brooding.
I think he did it to impress me
and to make me think he was mysterious
but all it did was leave me empty.

The boy was too handsome.
He was the type of guy who could roll
right out of bed and look perfectly perfect
and it infuriated me.

The boy was too athletic.
His muscles never failed to show
themselves from underneath his tops
and it made me self-conscious.

The boy was too quiet.
He wanted to prove that he'd listen to
what I had to say so he'd stare right at me silently
with eyes that pierced my soul like a knife.

At first glance, he was flawless.
He had the qualities I always thought I wanted:
Mysterious, Perfect, Muscles, Listening Skills.
Really, I just wanted someone like the actors on TV.
But that's just what they are: actors.
Even a rose

In all of her majesty

Must learn, someday

To let her petals fall

But know

That even now

You are still worth picking.
A rose without petals is still a rose...
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.
A twist on a title by one of my favorite authors...
Can I write you a poem
I will place it in my palms
so when I say GOODBYE
you will see what I meant by HELLO.
 Mar 2018 Sebastian Hale
TeeCrush
Sometimes I do wonder
if there's days you don’t feel pretty
or if there’s times you that you do ponder
“am I gorgeous, really?”
Believe me darling,
I don’t care what you think yourself to be
you’re beyond perfect to me
It’s easy to get lost in your dark eyes,
like I’m looking up at starry night skies.
There’s nobody with a smile as gorgeous as yours
and it’s a big one, this world of ours.
Always remember you are something amazing and grand -
I can feel it when I hold your hand.
And like a work of art,
You’ve charmed my heart.
This is where I want to stay,
So believe me when I say,
Not once in my life did I ever expect
To meet a girl like you,
You are perfect.
 Mar 2018 Sebastian Hale
TeeCrush
Hey there old friend,
I miss you.

I remember we’d laugh till we cried,
or when we’d go on our own trips & rides.
Our jokes were really the funniest,
and in those moments, I could’ve sworn,
I was the luckiest.
You were there to catch my falls,
and only you answered my midnight calls.
Nobody understood me like you did,
and I wouldn’t be around if not for you, kid.
You marched with me through new things,
and provided the feathers for my wings.
You climbed with me to better heights,
and got me through the difficult nights.
It was an honor to have been your best friend for a while,
to have been the one to make you smile,
to have been the one to make you laugh,
and to once have shared your gilded path.
I hope our parting is no longer an issue
because if you’re reading this,
dear old friend,
I really do miss you.
Send this poem to an old friend you haven't reached out to in a long time. It'll make their day, I swear on it.
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