The same girl with the most extreme opinion
draws her lines in sharpie.
Won’t speak to anyone
who colors outside them.

I remain her friend
because my spine is too loose
to hold true under weight.

She keeps saying
“If you disagree, you’re part of the problem,”
and I justify our friendship
by telling myself
that holding still,
keeping quiet,
lets me hear
past her static.

But somewhere underneath
it bothers me
that I don’t stand up and say
what the **** are you blabbing about,
you idiot.

It feels like a bulge
under my jugular notch.
That pressure when someone’s talking
and you want to speak
but must wait your turn.

A tingling, burning sensation
just behind the sternum.

If it had looks,
it’s the flame of a candle
someone just put the lid back on.
It slowly extinguishes,
leaving smoke
to fill the vacuum.

Pushed out of the nest,
Birds live in free flight,
Death or life,
They cannot rest.

Somewhere,
A blue jay lives in adolescence,
Binded by love and refusing to leave,
His mother grows tired,
In weary fashion she hates her peeve,
“Learn to live my love,”
She kicks him free.

Somewhere,
A pink robbin lives in adolescence,
Blinded by love and choosing to stay,
Her mother grows tired,
“Please you must learn to go away,”
Returning to others,
“You cannot make me leave,”
Her mother in a feather flurry,
Kicks her free,
She must deal with this pain,
This is her reprieve.

Feathers fall,
Lonely nights await,
Blue Jay has grown tall,
Walking away he has learned to live,
“Pink Robbin, why do you call?”
Blinded, ******, but okay,
Pink Robbin stays in place,
Horrid mess,
She has chosen to fade away.

Pushed out of the nest,
Birds learn to live,
Choosing not to rest,
Choose death or life.

Have you ever tasted bittersweet?
Have you ever felt broken, incomplete?
Has life ever not been fair blue skies?
Have you always seen through complacent eyes?

Sometimes, comforting the grieving soul
It isn't easy, but you don't know
Seeing tears, you're repulsed and unsure
You'd rather argue than console

Sympathy was made for thee
Apathy thy familiarest treat
For your lukewarm meals I pity thee
Your have never tasted bittersweet.

Motionless
Stuck where my world crashed all around me
Rotating through the mundane monotony on autopilot
It's time for a new book, not just a new page or chapter.