Sometimes I don't
realize
I treat the ones I love
like jewelry.
And when my mind is
tearing itself apart,
They suddenly become
my favorite earrings,
Only to be discarded
when I find
another necklace
to enjoy.
I understand that I'm too much
of a bird,
And I understand
that sometimes
my words have a mind
of their own,
But you didn't have to
lace yourself
in plastic pearls,
I'll go find another bracelet to enjoy.
