to the birds

Prepared myself for you to go

Took down every polaroid holding your name

Words were always my way of a middle ground

Trying to hold the war close

A claim rebutting against my morals

An unwilling spectator resenting the crowned

Lived through troughs of hidden refluxes

While we’d built reflexes to drown you out

Shook out every shiver, you’d supply the sound

A word to hold back a beating heart

Found where your mind connected

Cut through the chain links you’d guarded

Precursing safety over the idea of a new servant

Leaving me in the wreckage

And I’d wish I could feed your brain to the birds

Bury the changes deep

Relive the substitutions we’d built our fort upon

And your dam around

With my creations cracking through the rising floods

You with the dark curls,

I hope you never take me to where you need to go

And I hope that’s far away from here