the bird with no wings

let's make this simple;
i don't want to start a fight.
let's not argue;
i want to make it right.
i try to solve what i have done,
try to unsay the words i
have sung.
reaching out to you,
i try to make this right.
but i've stooped so low i
cant seem to get that high.
i climb,
but my talons in which were
used to make pictures, carving into your back
are now dull.
i try to jump,
but all my energy was used
to make your life as
miserable as you have made
mine.
so here i sit,
pondering in my pain,
wondering how it feels
to be a bird that could fly

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[BunnyShy]

I love every word and how amazing it flows together. Such a real feeling when I read this.