I Was Born With A Songbird In My Heart.

I was born with a songbird in my heart.

When I was a child, my mother told me “Songbirds are meant for duets,” and promised That some day I would meet another heart That sings in perfect harmony with mine.

But I was still young, and everything changed.

“The song in your heart is too good for him,” My mother told me when I was sixteen. She didn’t like the boy I brought home and Disliked the song of his heart even more. She said, “his song is not worthy of yours, And together, you sound like a train wreck.” It would take years for me to realize She didn’t hate his song; she hated how His song changed the melody of my own.

Years later I met the butterfly king; His heart was the loudest I had ever Known. I couldn’t hear my own song over His, and soon I lost myself in the sound. Then one day I awoke to deafening Silence. He’d vanished without a word, and I couldn’t reteach my heart how to sing.

From that point on, my songbird did not sing; It carried a broken tune, humming a Melody too off-beat for anyone To harmonize with. Eventually It grew quiet, resigned to beat alone.

I had just about given up trying To find the song my heart had long since lost When I heard the sweetest sound to ever Grace my presence. Delightfully off-beat, Unlike anything I had ever heard, The song of your heart spoke to mine before The rest of me understood what it meant.

The songbird in my heart fluttered its wings And for the first time in years, sang its song. You looked at me the way one looks at an Eclipse; awestruck and mesmerized, and I Knew you felt it, too. You told me others Have tried to silence your song, but I want To hear you sing; yours is the only song I want to listen to for the rest of My life. I want to wake up to the sound And fall asleep to it every night.

I apologized, “my disappointing Song is nothing compared to the beauty Of yours.” But you smiled at me and rested Your hand over my heart, and placed my hand Over your heart as well. “They beat the same,” You told me as tears began to form in My eyes. “Singing in perfect harmony,” You said, gently brushing away my tears.

When I was a child, my mother told me “songbirds are meant for duets,” and promised That some day I would meet another heart That sings in perfect harmony with mine.

I thought mine was destined to sing alone But then I met you, and everything changed.

- Songbirds, @blephwrites

I fight no one but myslef.

Six Words #170

I will fight anyone but myself.

Ask the Moon

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love When I seem to be drifting away from you slowly Caving in on myself slowly On the days When my eyes cannot seem to focus on what is right in front of me And you begin to look foreign and I, like a stranger

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love I invite you to ask the moon for all it knows of me Retell all the nights we spent together just her and me, often in the company of shiny things; Like city lights and phones and stars and tears Ask the sun to tell you my story and then tell ours She did not see me often, But still smiled every time we passed Tell her I know she was trying. Let her tell you that she knew I was too Ask the air, to spill all the secrets I have breathed to it. You will hear your name more than once Go ahead. I give you permission. Let them tell you more of me than I ever could.

Let them tell you of how they saw childhood melt off of me leaving sticky honey footprints on the pavement and watched as me and my shadowed merged.

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love

Stay Have a conversation with the moon Let her tell you of how even though she sees less of me now, she is glad of it Let the sun whisper it's thanks to you for getting me out more, share your love of playing with my hair and kissing my eyelids Have a conversation with the air that shudders in our presence Let them tell you of how different the whispers taste now, of how different I taste now Make friends with my friends Let them remind you of everything you mean to me Even when I can't

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Let the moon keep you company and assure you both her and I will be back tomorrow On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Ask the moon She knows Better than I do Exactly how much I love you

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mis·an·thro·py

/məˈsanTHrəpē/ noun

The general hatred, dislike, distrust or contempt of the human species or human nature 

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