If I put on masks
on my emotions will it
make you happier?
If I put on masks
on my emotions will it
make you happier?
Sometimes this small shell
in which I stay inside of
gets claustrophobic.
Bitterness burrowed
for hibernation but now
yearns to return.
If I did become
a lost phantom at least I
could be remembered.
Fighting those feelings
was battling a thunderstorm
with a lightning rod.
Some night photography I did awhile ago.
The scars were stories
written by all of the pain
displayed on the skin.
But your’e too distant
a far off constellation
i’m not a part of.
These wings soon withered
when we decided to believe
that we couldn’t fly.