Built of Birds

I'm a monster 

built out of birds

your body and heart 

are made out of worms

I pick apart you

I fill you with color 

like a crayon held in the hand of a child

I spill over your lines

no boundaries allowed on my feeling

I disappear you

there's a hole in a wall

but it doesn't hold a window

it's my mirror in the morning

the keyhole on my body

to the door I'm always shutting