wild feathers

I've been crying for your clipped wings
while my wild feathers
lie scattered round the floor.

How could I hurt them more?

What if i take you there
and you don't come back?
What if falling feels like flying?

I've made the scenery so appealing.

What if i
am the greatest actor alive,
repeating lines?

"I want to be alive with you I want to"

Speak so clever and heavy,
i've got a silver tongue
and a mouth full of fool's gold.

My preening never gets old.

Its a beautiful bird of paradise plot
to pull you in and push you out,
fly away and fly back again

fall somewhere between famished and drowned in.

How else can i say,
i don't want my demons,
it's hard for me to leave them

or i want to keep them.

These ruffled feathers
take a while to settle in
this wild heart may take forever

to let you in