pollution.

the sun came up

this morning.

i can't remember

the words,

but if an ocean

was between us

i'm sure

they would come

running.

the best lines

are the ones

i see in the

back of your head

or in the cracks

in the sidewalk

on the way home.

you know i've burnt

so many bridges

with just one flame.

i'm never sure

what you think the

world owes you,

but my plan

is to coax the lion

from his den.

this life is anything

but certain,

but you hold

something i can't hold.

words that i can't speak.

worlds that i can't see.

worth without measure.

i've stepped out and down

from that tiny bird cage,

so call me a free bird.

a new world, don't look down,

back on that day,

call me the liar word.

let's be frank, dear.

i said the words,

and i said your name.

you said the words,

and you opened that door.

like a thief in the night,

wave goodbye to the

crown jewels.

to the towers,

and to the servants.

so i might slip again,

fall fast and hit hard.

maybe i'm already there,

and i can't shake it.

the shock is moving,

and i can't fake it.

she looked at me once more

and she whispered,

"i said the end,

but this looks to be

the beginning."

i'm done.

we are not the same.