Little Bird Poetry

No one will ever know me except in a reflection of who you were once.  Not a single flame will ever burn brighter than the fire you lit within me. No one will ever know of a version of me that will not carry the weight of the love that we lost. Not any man who desires to speak to my soul will be able to do so without your name escaping my lips. Your memory shall either dribble from the soft part of my lips like the sweetest ambrosia, or claw its way through the soft sinews of my cheeks, escaping from between ivory bars. The sound of your name shall either be sung forth in hymns of joy, praises being to the way you once loved me, or it is to be a cry that emanates from the deepest of my hollow depths, never to find refuge or comfort in the ears of another. You are both the gentle moon, who's rising baths my inner gardens in pale blue light, allowing me to step in confidence and the sudden wildfire, set by another's lack of care, destroying everything that dares enter a space you...

 The fluid swirls A concoction  A perfect design by woman It hisses as it stirs No choice as to when it is to be consumed Only the dread of knowing it’s coming Components of one’s own design Even though the end result is evident  No one wants to be questioned as to why  One lets the glass sit As it seems all those around it are being emptied No one blinks as they sip  No one cares as they choke No one sees the bodies of those who could not handle it Why would they “They’ve done it to themselves.” But in reality We have no choice but to gag on their own mix Of the perfect poison

 Breaking of bone Under pressure misplaced I cannot waiver I cannot break There is too much to be done. Better to be alone  Or to be alone with another How do we make that choice To bear the load of two Or fall deeply into the pit alone That’s the real question. Why try so hard to push a boulder That only desires to roll down the mountain  It does not realize it’s crushing me And does not try to stop the fall.

 They float all around me The words I left unsaid To the person who deserved to hear them They stare back as if to mock me Biting at my ankles Nipping at my mind I place them on a shelf  Of items I can’t bare to look at Maybe due to my own regret Or the shame they reek of They remind me of you Of the ones I share not a drop of blood But cared for me nonetheless Of the ones who loved me when I was unlovable But saw the bark instead of the bite  Of the one who cared for me When I couldn’t do so myself Now I fight the emptiness they left behind  Knowing it’s selfish to run after them Begging them to return  I reread all the words they did say Knowing I have no one to blame but myself  And that I dug a grave I have no hopes of clawing out of.