quiet..

# *Turning her head as if to bury it all back under the covers.. This hiding away from me from everything about me that could hold her right where she is at-- This crazy holding That cannot stop itself That cannot keep from doing what it does That cannot control itself from what it feels every time she shows me (who it is that she is) She is anything but a death to me whenever she sings, whenever she..* #

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Published: Jan 15, 2023
Time: 2m

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.."Wish I could write songs
about anything other than death
But I can't go to bed
without drawing the red,
shaving off breaths;

Each one so heavy,
each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight
hanging between my lungs

Spilling my guts,
sweat on a microphone,
breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you,
can't talk,
but

"Isn't this weather nice?
Are you okay?
Should I go somewhere else
and hide my face?"

A sprinter, learning a way..
A marathon runner,
my ankles are sprained

A marathon runner
my ankles are sprained
https://youtu.be/cjNKph5z3-I

a beautiful, sprained-ankle Angel
<3
Tags: #love #magic #pain #childhoodtrauma #hiding #revealing #safety #beauty #eternity

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