Watermelaina

Freedom  That's what love is, or what it should be but it feels like a cage used for torture. The moment I met you there was something implanted into me. You nurtured this gift and it bloomed into beautiful wings.  I flew like it was naturally the only thing I was born to do. But then one day I fell and I haven't been so lucky to be healed and free again. Now I'm shackled in a 'safe space'.  It's like a blind covering a pristine glass window and consuming an otherwise bright room in crummy pseudo-darkness.  In the dark I glare at the rays of light from the small cracks in the blind which hit my skin. Golden and persistent they warm me.  I want certainty. Am I dark or light? The wings do not know me anymore. Not like they know you. They flap and flutter a dance of longing for you who never settles.  You come and you go as you displease. With every step away from me I feel my wings being pulled out of my back.  The pai...

Wine.  White or Red?  I spilt it on my bed. In my saddest hour It gives me creative powers  Tangy liquids make me too heavy to get up and search for you  it's true when I'm blue that's what I do.  The Red numbs my pain  The white drowns my sorrow  The glass, clear as rain  Do it again Tomorrow.