Relationship

                   He works.

                   She works.

                they split bills.

            his hobbies are video games.

        her hobbies are reading and facebook.

         he leaves her alone to her hobbies.

         she leaves her alone to her hobbies.

at night time they watch illegally downloaded movies together

                or stream one on netflix.

                 she makes him a sandwich.

                  he gives her a back rub.

     they joke about how the people they know ae stupid.

       he tells her about how annoying her friends are.

          she tells him how annoying his friends are.

                    they laugh together.

                 then they have amazing sex.

  days off are spent surfing the web together , playing games together.

      or occasionally going outside to do stuff like:

          get coffee and make fun of strangers.

     eat together at restaurants that have a cool atmosphere.

                    go mini-golfing.

                    go to the movies.

    she surprises him with an occasional blowjob in the morning

    and he returns the favor followed by cooking breakfast.

    he surprises her byy letting her play a video game with him.

        and she responds by whooping his ass at it.

         they respect one another or get jealous

               they trust each other.

 have cute arguments like who’s turn it to do the dishes or

     what answers don’t count in scattergoires.

               they’re a team. A club.

      a 2 person gang that nobody else is allowed to join

               it’s them vs everyone else

I’VE LEARNED

I’VE LEARNED

that I cannot keep making homes in other people.

  I tend to wear their words

  as rose colored glasses,

and hang onto hopes that one day

they’ll deem me worthy of staying.

       See I thought,

that maybe if I tended to their gardens,

  If I loved them hard enough, 

or cared for them through thick and thin,

      that eventually

    it would be reciprocated.

  Because that’s all we really want right?

For someone to love us just as much as we love

                   them.

           To be shown we matter.

               be respected,

                 cared for.

But that’s the problem with planting parts of

     yourself in other people,

you can become a stranger in a home that you

    thought could be yours,

and then be left feeling vulnerable and broken

   once you get the eviction notice.

     So now I’m learning,

 how to tend to my own garden.

plant seeds that one day will grow into

       magnificent trees,

   love myself a little harder,

          So one day,

    when someone comes along,

they’ll see how beautiful I’ve made the home in

           myself.

             I just hope

   the parts of me I already left behind

   grew into something beautiful too.

I know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of breeze

an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stand on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

n the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

I was born to fly free

I was never meant 

to be kept in a 

cage or anything

that resembles one.

I was never meant 

to be trapped or

enslaved by anything.

including my fears

or my addictions.

I am not just meant 

to fly…I am

meant to soar.

I must remember to 

never let anything 

enslave me. My life

is too important.

I am brave girl

I was born to fly free.

I never truly lived

So many people walk this earth,

With purpose in their eyes,

But in their heart of hearts they know,

What they’re living is a lie,

The alarm goes off at 6am,

Like every other day,

So they can walk into a job they hate,

Because they need the pay,

All time does is take from them,

But it never seems to give,

Always waiting for the day to come,

When they finally start to live,

I’m all too scared that one day soon,

I’ll become just like the rest,

Only walking with crowd,

Because my dreams have been oppressed,

That one day I’ll look back on life,

At the opportunities that I missed,

And realize I never truly lived,

All I did was just exist.