oh, don’t you know?
you’re made of paper
skin more featherweight than porcelain could ever be
bones kindled to flames in the whim of a match
oh you’re just floating through
haven’t you figured out?
you’re lighter than dust
time remains eternal as you let the wind carry you
you’re just as hollow as a ghost’s residue
decay is easy,
decompose by a lighter’s rage
torture caused by slits, disintegrate into pieces or turn into shreds
won’t somebody tell you how to stay afloat
when the world pours down all its weight onto the lightness of your being,
how do you not sabotage your own strings when they’re all tangled up?
how do you shout at the wind against its hurtful breeze to take you anywhere but here?
for you don’t know where you should be but it’s just not here?
your ribcage tearing up, insides spilling out
-how do you not let the flames devour you whole when it’s all that’s left for you?
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
oh, don’t you know?
you’re made of paper
skin more featherweight than porcelain could ever be
bones kindled to flames in the whim of a match
oh you’re just floating through
haven’t you figured out?
you’re lighter than dust
time remains eternal as you let the wind carry you
you’re just as hollow as a ghost’s residue
decay is easy,
decompose by a lighter’s rage
torture caused by slits, disintegrate into pieces or turn into shreds
won’t somebody tell you how to stay afloat
when the world pours down all its weight onto the lightness of your being,
how do you not sabotage your own strings when they’re all tangled up?
how do you shout at the wind against its hurtful breeze to take you anywhere but here?
for you don’t know where you should be but it’s just not here?
your ribcage tearing up, insides spilling out
-how do you not let the flames devour you whole when it’s all that’s left for you?
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