Caged.

If I fall will your ghost capture me?
At the end of the world will I return?
From what I was shown
I thought,
I thought,
I wasn't coming home.
So young, and so volatile, an mere presence is an obstacle
How is it that I live like this?
Vulnerable, a wriggling fish.
offensive like a prison kiss.
It is as hard to hide,
as it is to find difference.
Are my thoughts void when all my self my captured choice,
is shown to you in captured voice?
Subtle as bullets,
silences your laughter's noise.
Early days and worthless nights,
I give you freely, it's my delight.

We will never meet again.