Empty Cages

You said people like me are things

Thoughtless and unlovable

Moving onto the highest bidder.

You said I’ve become a place

A ruined city where ghosts of past wander

Like I’ll collapse the roof on anyone who seeks shelter.

You said someone like me is a crowd

Swallowing anyone who stands out

Waiting for the next best thing to envelope

So it’s best to surrender.



When I seal my lips and cut off my ears

Breathing down my neck, you want what I know

Unequivocal to your self-righteous reasons

When you’ve walked to doors just to sell me out.

With my eyes wide open, tears flood my face

A blurry vision deems shadows to be ghosts, in a dark embrace

I know your stance is everything I’m up against

So out of tune, your lullabies ricochet

Choking me with storylines you helped create

Always trying to get your own way

No storm warning, my head bobbing above water

I wouldn’t know what to say.


Oh, snap! What a mighty long, complicated burn.


Everything’s been said and nothing done
It’s rumored you taste like beer and smell like smoke
Sometimes I get drunk off your vibe
As you take my hand in a make-shift globe
Til we sway away from the floor
Hearsay, what I feel about you
Second-hand words from the people you’ve known
They’re names in a newspaper from before
In a moment of weakness, what do I have to be happy about?
The pause in your step when you see me
The smile in my stance when I see you
An overview of the room but I can never overlook you.


de novo

when the strings keeping your heart intact
are pulled together, tight
they close the wounds
shaping everything within
i’ve been working with a heart and less
but i don’t love you more than i tend to myself
i shouldn’t look back
those threads are chains and i can’t surrender
i won’t let you leave me asunder.



A filament breaks in me when we scream
We always pull our own weight up
I fell through your heart and stood still
I can’t find your bed but I can make it tonight
When you throw your heart around it leaves a stain
Hearts on sleeve melt from burning flames
I don’t hate the dark that much, you’ve been a shadow to tolerate.


Can your Hogwarts Houses change? I used to be in Gryffindor but now I’m Hufflepuff? What even.


I feel like I’m overrated
Always on the edge, unbalanced
As the odds tip, I spill
Everything less or in excess
I can’t seem to moderate
the things I need and create
I’ve broken myself into pieces
and people know the lies
Entirety of me too much to handle
Either nothing or the whole damn package
with a ribbon on top
I feel like I’m at the both ends of a spectrum.


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