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You're always forging me, to see how far I'll bend. Hammering me down, to see how low I can go. Your heat dances close to me, but I can't let everyone down. Though you terrify me, I would probably still let you cradle me in your cast iron vice grip and sing me to sleep, like Louis like Ella crooning, when I can't breathe. You could reel me back in with the promise of creating something beautiful and maybe not feeling so empty and alone all the time, but I can't let everyone down. Your atmosphere ***** at me and I'm dragging my feet through your sludge, plodding forward with my eyes cast down. You know when my mind wanders or when I'm filling my voids, so you can sneak in through the cracks and take your place in my subconscious, but I can't let everyone down. I try to remind myself why your comfort isn't worth it; like peaking out of my blinds or chatting with insulation (coaxing me towards one more) or fearing the world outside altogether. I'm scared because I know that you're the only thing that has ever felt like home to me, but I can't let everyone down. I can't let everyone down.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
The Blacksmith
You're always forging me, to see how far I'll bend. Hammering me down, to see how low I can go. Your heat dances close to me, but I can't let everyone down. Though you terrify me, I would probably still let you cradle me in your cast iron vice grip and sing me to sleep, like Louis like Ella crooning, when I can't breathe. You could reel me back in with the promise of creating something beautiful and maybe not feeling so empty and alone all the time, but I can't let everyone down. Your atmosphere ***** at me and I'm dragging my feet through your sludge, plodding forward with my eyes cast down. You know when my mind wanders or when I'm filling my voids, so you can sneak in through the cracks and take your place in my subconscious, but I can't let everyone down. I try to remind myself why your comfort isn't worth it; like peaking out of my blinds or chatting with insulation (coaxing me towards one more) or fearing the world outside altogether. I'm scared because I know that you're the only thing that has ever felt like home to me, but I can't let everyone down. I can't let everyone down.
this one means a lot to me. that is all.
buhhrooke
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32/F/New York
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
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