walking my life away
till my strenght collapses
and i hit the bathroom floor
lacking any intention
of keeping it quiet

i crawl back to your wistful arms
that caress me like pretty roses
feeling light as if i'm floating
absent any matter
the smaller, the better

anything for you, my master of disaster
please make me seem worthy
of the frail space i occupy
with this undesired body
and my torn and fragile mind


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