every sound you make
punches holes into my skull
with that unabashed

tenderness you sing
of the things that could have been
but won’t
because that’s how the world is

so I write you down
my bird
and put you somewhere safe
because that’s how the world is

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s