Little Bird Poetry

Breaking through Molded drywall Pushing out Out soggy cardboard Shattering glass Dug into soft fists I will not let it consume me Not this time

Months slip by Falling sand Through thinly blown glass Stacking up Only to fall in on itself I can still feel the way His head was in my hands The way street lights caught his eyes Scents of cigarette smoke and dirt Clinging to cotton sheets Fingers sliding through messy blond Solid hands with gentle touch Oh how we do not know What loss is Until our chests are ripped open With hearts ripped out How could you Why would you Leave me all alone Now to struggle through it all I've broken through it Fallen inwards Into unknown self Clawing my way Upwards to more darkness In an ever looping Cycle Of calm And forgetting To pain And an insufferable ache That now plagues me Day in and out Trapping me Your chains Rusted But still tight Digging into soft flesh Until it's been paid in blood I'm Sorry But it's too late

Hot water pouring Down in sheets of steam Burning into both sets of skin Words exchanged Memories flood back Like the liquid falling onto me He Hurt Me How could he He said he loved me How could I let him I am weak Falling to my knees Weeping like rain Sensitive to the touch Yet This one comforts Instead of scolds He holds me Instead of leaving Words of love and warmth Instead of lashing and hurt I want to open up again But it's going to take time

Shattering glass Broken liquor bottles Burned flesh A cigarette burn Not only searing flesh But spirit Breaking me down Into my most basic elements Ripping into flimsy seams Spilling myself out Onto unforgiving concrete Why would the one I loved Be as unforgiving As rigid dictator Pillaging my emotions Ravaging my soul

Indigo waves Of chilled water Washing up Over glinting glass sands Soft white light Dancing over bare skin Catching on gazing eyes So much is said In silence

Dainty twinkling fairy lights wrapped in spirals gently making their way around a dark room Sweet cream dipping into warm black coffee swirling dancing to the surface mushrooming and mixing in a mug Soft breezes slipping through tree branches illuminated by early morning rays little leaves catching dew drops as the world wakes up Soft silty pond bottoms silky fronds gliding across bare feet waist deep in murky water beneath an inky speckle sky Night drives in that old truck dust being thrown up behind worn tires cricket song with sea salt air sliding into the cracks of opened windows Waking up wrapped in strong arms light breathing in little ears soft smiles and loving looks Flames licking across bare skin eating away past pains kerosene therapy lighting a match to burn off undesired things Small simple things that put worth in a heartbeat