cage pt2

cage or bird, I wait

for your sweet return, my love

but mine in what sense?

i can try being a birdie like you all i want. and maybe i am! or i become one, at least. it feels real and true. but it’s only with you near, it seems. something i myself wasn’t really aware of, or i don’t think so, at least. i’m very hesitant. even when writing, well i guess especially with writing. it seems permanent and expressing myself with absolute certainty is something i dread. it requires a level of commitment that i am unwilling to make to myself. but also it’s because i hope. i hope but i know, that is why it’s sad! i hope that i change but i know deep down that maybe i can’t! but it could also be that i know that i’m this but i hope for change xP i dunno. i just know i feel empty right now. maybe not empty but i don’t feel like doing much. i fear i might’ve hurt, bothered, annoyed you bleh. and that makes me feel ill and unmotivated. so then, what am i? fellow lovebird? or cage?

bird in your presence 

and in your absence I’m left

just an empty cage