It is a curse to begin withI knew attachment was a rope that’dpull your legs the moment you find an escape,and cages are like magnets,sticking on metal,
I knew attachment was a rope that’d
pull your legs the moment you find an escape,
and cages are like magnets,
sticking on metal,
trapping beautiful things in between.
I learned to dislike magnets,
I left my fridge door plain and empty,
and my toys,
they were made of plastics,
something I could burn and yet, feel guilty about.
When I finally owned a pet,
my mom caged the bird and hung it on a magnet.
I left the door open and let it go,
I lied to my mom and told her that it was a mistake.
If I’d spend so much time with you,
I’d fall in love with you.
I never owned a Barbie doll,
because at one point,
even plastics were too much.
I never invited my friends over,
because one day,
they’d be busy enough not to come.
I stopped playing in the rain because,
it was going to be sunny again.
I sleep till noon because,
I was scared of the dawn
for it is as eerie as the dusk is pretty.
You are so pretty,
that I invited you twice,
both of which you denied.
But, I guess its okay.
Even if you come this time,
you’ll leave by another sunshine.
I’m not a morning person,
the dawn scares me.
You’d be gone,
before I’d wake up.
So I left my fridge door open,
hoping I’d never see that magnet you gifted me.