the caged bird

the ex wife
had a large bird
that didn't sing.
his cage was enormous,
it filled up
the room. and
the bird was yellow
and red, and
couldn't fly. and
as it was biting
your finger,
drawing blood you
couldn't help but
notice how
beautiful it was.
but it ate, and ate
endlessly and it made
a high pitched noise
that hurt
your ears. it gave
nothing in return
for all the sweet
talk that was given.
all the love and food,
the affection,
and attention, yet
nothing came back. it
just stared past you
with it's dark distracted
eyes and waited for more.
i have dated women
like that for years.