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His Beautiful Bird


She's fragile

Fraying

But her words

Can cut

Like the jagged edge

Of a nail

She's holding back

When all she wants

Is to scream

And all he wants

Is to save her

To make the ache 

That keeps her mind awake

Go away

 

But 

She's holding tight

To those demons

And every night

He holds her

As she cries

He wonders why

She kills herself

The way she does

So beautiful

Skin of silk

Sad green eyes

He just doesn't understand

But he'd do anything

To save this girl

From herself

From this world

Wrapped around her

 

She's made of sugar

And nails

She's enchanting

Mysterious

And damaged

Broken and bruised

So hard

Not to love her

Broken and all

So hard

Not to fall

For every word

That slips 

From her pretty lips

She's hanging on to her life

By her mere fingertips

 

He wants her

He needs her

And he's loved her

His whole life

His friend

His wife

His dying bird

He can't reach her

When she won't reach back

He can't save her

When she doesn't want it

But he can't turn away

He can't stop

It's never enough

Always too much

And even though

He can only imagine

How a road

Like this can only go

He pulls her closer

Kisses her soft lips

Kisses those bloody fingertips

And fights

For his beautiful bird

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