The Bird Song

The one I love, a tortured soul,

Was brewing a storm I did not know.

The last day I saw him, he was a dust bowl.

He boiled over and blew away at the speed of light.

Little I could do with all my might.

So I shuffled to the living room,

Knees in hand,

Breathed down deep,

And took a stand.

I immersed in musical notes and creative genes,

Saying, “It is okay, this person is not for me.”

My wings grew, like a song bird, wild and free.

Injured, but no broken bones,

I flew my way back to home sweet home.

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Pfuzylogic · M

I am glad that you survived your trusting dive of ❤️.

YoungPoet345 · 26-30, F

@Pfuzylogic you don’t know who you can trust until they show you. Over time things can change. Only so many times we can forgive. They have personal struggles unrelated to me that cause undesirable behaviors. Eventually one must be held accountable. In this case, they drove themselves away.

YoungPoet345 · 26-30, F

I was quite patient, but I didn’t see what was destined to eventually happen. No way to have known for sure

YoungPoet345 · 26-30, F

I empathize with their struggle but hold them accountable

YoungPoet345 · 26-30, F

I still care for them but I have let them go

YoungPoet345 · 26-30, F

I will miss them but probably be better off

Pfuzylogic · M

@YoungPoet345
Our instinct for self preservation must be honored. You gave every measure of gentle patience that you possessed.