Author: Rodrigo Koller
there’s a blackbird at my window
that wants to get in
but the glass is too thick for him.
there’s a blackbird at my window
that wants to get in,
spreading its wings and screaming my name,
demanding I let him in
but the monsters inside are too cruel for him.
I tell him
Stay out,
don’t you wanna live
and die at war under the sun?
there’s a blackbird at my window
that keeps crashing its beak against my heart
hoping to crack it one day
but I’m too tough for him.
I tell him
Do you wanna tear me up?
tear my insides out for the world to see?
I won’t let you get in
I will just stay at your form until you die
and leave your body there
so no bird comes to scar me again.
but at night sometimes
when he can’t no more
he sings a little,
and it’s enough to pierce the glass
and make me sob a little.
and I forget the walls I’ve made
so women don’t see my heart,
and there I am again
my insides torn apart,
my soul singing and bleeding.