there's tinfoil around
our suffocating words- wound
so tightly around love
or what we believe to be.
i shake you, i nudge you
i wake up nights crying just because.
because it's
worthless to be limp, frail
fragile in every angle
god.
i would blow every star out
and smother the smoke with my tears
if i could.
i would keep you here, with tinfoil
and pray and pray and pray
if you stay, with us, it'll be okay.
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