i want you naked
shattered
skinless
i want you weak
beautiful
like
i want you
malleable
to be made perfect
to fit inside of me
like cold air
to be frozen
shut
small enough
to fit in the sole of my shoes
so that i can hold you
forever
in yesterdays that only seem to break
she wont say it
but i know
i know these are the things she hates herself for thinking
that she breaks in feeling
i know,
because
i've tasted the same bitter break
the same kind of need
for power
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