You would love me more.
You’re the tongue-thieving cat who presses his lips against mine to shut them, all because you love me better that way. Fangs sunken into me make me taste my own bitter blood.
The only words you like to catch and keep leaving my lips are the ever-fragile ‘I’m sorry’s. Not even the ‘I love you’s are beautiful enough butterflies for you to pin in your collection.
I can only wonder the kind of character I’d be if a pen-of-the-past were put between those calloused hands. The chapters of me you would erase. A story no longer mine. Rewritten to complement yours.
Little do you know, my fellow flightful-friends sing to me the sweet symphony of freedom. The cage door is ajar, I only need to leap from my perch and fly away from my home in your house.
Mute and pretty. Is that how I should be, baby? More doll than human. Not even a heart. Not my precious organ that beats like a caged bird for you. Clipped and crying, your favourite morning song.
Even perfect is not enough for you.
"I can only wonder the kind of character I’d be if a pen-of-the-past was put between those calloused hands. The chapters of me you would erase. A story no longer mine." !!!!
You should sing. This sounds like lyrics