i love you really, wait.

by suicidallyanonymous

Tell me something heartbreaking,
and turn my veins to paper
in your flamethrowing hands.
I wish your tongue could cure
the crack in my throat.

Because I’m tired of cutting holes
in my chest.

These pinata days are worn out;
a tired tornado,
and we have dorothy syndrome
in our shoes.
I wake up to find
the ground beneath my cheek…

He wants nothing to do
with a stringless marionette.

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