Byeeee

You are clean white linden 
You are fresh, unlit candles 
You are white countertops 
Tall ceilings 
Polo shirts and 
Designer cologne 

I am ***** old combat boots and 
Pully strings unraveling clothing 
I am cheap haircuts 
No, mental breakdowns and safety scissors&nbsp;&nbsp;
2am smuged mirrors 

Collected...I could never be 
Never be white dresses 
Can’t be new cars or a sharp witty tongue 

Can’t be 

God teach me how to stop 
Being crumbling crackers 
Everytime you try to hold me
Tightly

Can I ever not fall apart 
When shown any human decency 

Please dust up my tiny crumbling pieces 
And still hold me