Birds In The Attic

I am a native to the chaos that surrounds me,
I am no stranger to the broken home that's inside me.
There are birds in my attic
That have shattered vases
At times most untimely.
And just like the movies,
A hand brushed mine while I
Cut myself picking up the pieces.
You thought the blood on my fingers
Tasted sweet on your lips and
Just like that,
I was an infection in your veins that
No amount of distraction could fight off.
Two ill minds look in each other's eyes
And only see hope.
Believe in me.

Reviews

[Evans]

I can tell you're a strong person and I hope that you walk with your head high!