tin cans and shooting stars

by suicidallyanonymous

[ground control to major tom]
I wish you wrote me a love note,
and sent it to me
on a fragile paper crane.
I’d fly away
to be a bright and shining star
like her.

[planet earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can do]
Maybe then I’d have survived
when I pierced my lips
on your hands.

[commencing countdown, engines on]
I can remember the last time
I heard your voice;
with a knotted kite string in your mouth,
I wish I could have pulled the words
to make my ears orgasm.

[major tom to ground control]
I am obese with obsession;
I fell for someone
who didn’t catch me.

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