Don't make me fall in love with you if you can't handle it


Before you say those words
Or even think of them
I'm fragile, I have a hole in my chest
The gun is in my hand, it's mine
I'm my own demise
And there are people waiting to tear whatever remains of me.
Whatever you do,
Don't break me futher than the crumbles I've gathered into
I'm a mess of forgotten words,
Second choices, if I was a choice that is
Before you kiss my cheek, know that its tender,
My wounds heal but so itchy, they peel
And ooze
And hell they might ooze on you
I don't want that,
Before you look in right in the eyes,
And pull what little life I have left
Know I'm barely existing
On a snapping cable
Drenching my pillow every night.



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