i want to be happy
so much that i
push in everything so close
until it squeezes
my lungs
shut.
i pull out the sequins
ripping fabric away
until there is nothing left
but the frame of my heart
uncovered and untouched.
i push away fears
like bad memories
with temporary remedies
lost dreams in my sleep.
i want to be happy
so much that it’s
killing me.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
i want to be happy
so much that i
push in everything so close
until it squeezes
my lungs
shut.
i pull out the sequins
ripping fabric away
until there is nothing left
but the frame of my heart
uncovered and untouched.
i push away fears
like bad memories
with temporary remedies
lost dreams in my sleep.
i want to be happy
so much that it’s
killing me.
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