Why do you pour your love
into a man with holes in his heart?
He is cold. He will not be warmed.
And after you are empty - 
when you have given everything.
It is only you that will be broken.

He has no use your love,
His fingers touch your wings in boredom
Lightly now, but should he crush them
Your escape will be lost,
Your plummet certainly
leading you forever into your prison of darkness…

Darling please,
Leave it alone.
Fire on the fingertips
Warm for a bit but
will eventually burn.