Little Bird Poetry

Another night, another night, Stolen from the master's table, Bitter cold strikes, But instead of consuming my flesh, Hardens my expression, Why are you doing this again, He hurts me, Same old shit, Again. Again. Again. Tearing fabric, Cries ripping out louder, What am I to do, Besides, Let it go...... I beg you. I'm in the cold again, Feet fleeting icy pavement, Running from a human boogie man, Desperate to snag my bony ankles, And drag me back, To do it again. Shadowed figure, Slipping between metal bars, I follow suit Into kinder hands, That barely know me, Yet shows me blind mercy, Letting me sit in pregnant silence, As he drives, With glistening drops of amber, Peering back at me, Sparks of streetlights, Bouncing off them, Piano key teeth, Wild misshapen curls, Someone I feel perfectly at home with. Dimly lit parking lot, Nowhere to be, He leans over, Says to me, He would drive, All night, To find answers, In the pouring rain, ...

Love is a worthless passion to pursue As it always fails Anyone who says they do Hurts me deeper than description can grasp You're not worth it Waste of time While your smile may make my heart flutter One day it'll make my eyes water Strong hands that once protected Coil around delicate windpipes Pressing in just enough to keep me there Barely Alive Love has never been a friend to me It's an artificial enemy Chemical compounds oozing from Parts of my brain Dripping from my mouth and nose Suggesting suffocation to be a solid option To end my suffering You can't handle me at my worst Even when I'm trying my best Save yourself As I'm not worth your time I'm going to keep sitting here Angry and disconnected Always wondering Why

little lost girl Made of stolen moonlight And smokey cigarette tails Taste for amber fluids to numb her face and mind how little girl are you gonna escape Before you’re out of time

Faded cracked paint Design worn and faded Loved fabric soft Resting on softer skin Black tail Brushing spine Looking up At pale caramel Ground floor view Of something Too new Misplaced kindness Strong hands Needed touch Warmth wriggling it’s way up No one really cares about your Ya know that right At your age you have no friends Trust no one But you can trust me You odd little girl Weird questions Sour mind What is it that you want from me Lights throwing themselves Down a gravel road Dimly lit place Full of unknown Deeper conversations begin to flow Heavy heavy smoke Laughter lighter than air Where you are is toxic Little girl don’t you know What a strange thing you are Rickety wooden steps Old crystal knobs Doors locked tight for good reason Never opening Until the right knock What to do What to do Attitude bigger than you Strange broken boy No hope in your heart Mild light in your eyes As life Will never be anything more

Bitter wind slashes across unchipped house paint Ugly bright lights Strewn across rooftops And porches A time of year for love So disgusting filled With discomfort And bleached smiles Obligatory "I love you"s And too personal questions Coming from people who You barely know Now with out her here The season has lost All previous meaning And I just want it to be 2019

Living in a cage With gilded golden bars Or rusty wire thorns Makes no difference After spreading my wings Into the blue heavens I simply cannot Be folded back in Beak tapped shut Telling me I’m a pretty girl I have talons And beak to rip through flesh And it’s time they learn I’m a wild animal And not a pretty song bird To shut into a box No matter how pretty the cage I’m still trapped

This is really it You’re going to leave You’re going going gone I know we’ve barely talked I know it’s almost over How is it Im supposed to stay sober How am I to be Without You Completely Ive loved you Lost you And now you’re really going I remember the first time We were younger then I was freshly 17 You’d just come home A smirk under the street light Cold air in our lungs Life was so simple Hopping fences Walking through fields Picking wild flower  bouquets Long board wheels Grinding gravel And giggles in hushed tones I’ve never loved Like I have Until I met you And now I don’t know What To Do