Cages

Why can't I love you
and still be me?
Why can't I be with you
and still remain free?

Why do I have to give up
things I like to do?
Why is there loss of me
when I give myself to you?

When you touch my face,
run your fingers through my hair,
when you kiss my lips and breathe me,
why do I gasp for air?

Why is it that you've never heard
the sad song of the caged bird,
choked out and silence never softens
the edges of cages turned into coffins,

and because of the love you shove
hard into that tiny room,
broken wings, ultimate doom,
appropriately, your heart becomes a tomb.