I am trapped.

Wings flutter, clash with bars—

Cold, frozen steel—in summer heat.

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I think of him often.

Wish things were different.

Dream things will happen.

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The gears will turn—rusty metal.

My life is stalled. Always been.

Move nowhere quickly.

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I arrive. Nothing to do.

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I'm dependent on independence.

That's me. Clinging to the flagpole

In the headstrong storm.

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It breaks my soul.

If only my bones weren't brittle.

I crumble to dust.

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He made me happy—for a Moment.

Just to hear him speak.

I couldn't smell the Smoke.

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I am guarded always. Nothing to protect.

Just my spirit, and it's already broken.

The mending burns.

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To be close to him-Now, so far.

I no longer feel his songs.

His voice is a distant Echo.

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He is with Her—I am without.

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I was too blind to see it before.

Eyes closed Open.

Up close, blurry—Far away, obvious.

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They will be happy, content.

Me?

The heart grows cold in the sun.

A/N: I wrote this poem to describe a fleeting summer fling that I had. It was one of those things where I was with a boy everyday until summer ended. Then, I never saw him, and we drifted apart. Summer flings are so weird like that.