I blame you for being so god damn perfect,
for being everything i needed,
everything i wish to see in myself.
I blame this mess I've been handed,
for holding me here,
pinning me against this wall keeping me tied to you.
It's all coming back,
the blanket, the smile, the shirt,
the necklace i don't wear anymore.
I can't promise to find my way back.
Maybe it's the comfort of a familiar face.
No, it's the thought you could tear me down.
I need to be torn again, and remember how human I am.
Let a text message remind me of where i really am.
Or was that a car?
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