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What I thought were wings

have turned to stone

and I am choking on this emerald heart

chosen for its strength

it is my weakness now

pulling me down

Everyone else is weightless

but this water fills more than my lungs

I sing below the surface

and the salt stings my eyes

this isn't the kind of flight I had intended

I thought we would be kings together

i thought we would be

I thought that I should be an eagle

When I looked up to the sky

not this flightless pile of broken things

everyone else is soaring

but I can't open my wings