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take. take. take.
i'll allow you to burrow holes into me,
if you need a place to feel safe and warm
but remember to give something back.
i don't want to be left with nothing again.
because i don't want to be nothing
again.
i'll allow you to burrow holes into me,
if you need a place to feel safe and warm
but remember to give something back.
i don't want to be left with nothing again.
because i don't want to be nothing
again.
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this isn't love.
this isn't waking up in his arms and feeling perfect and safe and knowing nothing can go wrong. it's not when he kisses your fingers and pulls you closer and makes you feel special. it's not watermelon gum or vanilla perfume or sour patch kids or walking on train tracks. it's not going so high on swings that you can almost touch the sky.
it's falling.
it's falling so fucking hard that when you hit the ground you forget that it hurts. it's when you wake up and the room is still spinning and your heart is racing too fast. it's when you don't know the difference between this and real life and you're so fucked up you don't car
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circumspect.
i want to try you on for size
like a portrait you
buy to see if it matches
the mahogany of the wall.
i want to pull you over my head
and see if i like the way you look
on me.
i want to excavate a hole
into my chest
and see if you fit the way
i'd like you to.
i want to curl my rib cage
inwards and try to keep
the butterflies there;
but the weird thing about
butterflies
is that as soon as you
try to hold them in
they die.
i want to try you on for size,
hold you close and try
to love you,
but i don't know if i can-
and love has
a real messed up
return policy.
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Hourglass Dream
For each of these sleepless nights
The ones I let you steal from me
The ones where I lie in bed
And remember what you said
And when sleep does overtake me
I dream of the first day we met
The day I could never forget
With so much unspoken regret
I would give anything to go back
To before our love fell off the track
The sand slipped through my fingers
But my longing for you still lingers
And I shall fall asleep once more
The memories make my heart sore
I dream of the day you had walked away
And I wanted to beg for you to stay
But I let you go, I let you slip through my fingers
I am sitting at the edge of my bed late at night
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