I write what I see,
Because I am blind.
I write what I hear,
But I am deaf.
I write what I feel,
But paralyzed.
I write what I smell,
In my burnt nose.
I write what I taste,
The only sense left,
And thank the day,
Because it can be worse.

You smile when I am sad
you don't miss me
when you are glad
I want your happiness
because I love you
but you want my sadness
because you got me wrong
you don't love me
but I like your song
Do you feel like I love you?

I cry when you are sad
you don't even know my name
you just call me a lad
Please, it's not a bot game
I have feelings and love
but you can't feel me
and my silence
I see you don't like me
but I still believe you're my princess.
Tell me, what do you have?

Because eventually
We will retire our broken hearts to the back yard
Where they will bark
And hack and curse at people walking by
We will mean to tame them but never get around to it
So it stays tied to the back of our psyche
Begging
And biting at anyone that comes near
We will grow scared and tired of the growling
Our scratches will heal after we stop revisiting it every night
It will fade from our minds
Still leashed to a thousand-
finished pieces
You will begin to romanticize it
Cry with it
Sympathize with it
But slowly push it away
Like a friend who's too far gone
When you find it will never be gone from your memory you start to feed it hoping to change it
But it will always bite you back
Something you cannot save
Something that you neglected
Something you tried to ignore
And prayed it would just disapear
Was found dead
To begin with

Our hearts are not protected
No muzzles for the broken
No pounds for the lost
We are attempting to cage
Fire

We cannot win cheating battles
You cannot ignore the aching feeling

You cannot wish that it was gone

When you invited it