just to try to get closer
to more of the same
and she paints all her days
to look just like the others
impatiently waiting to crave the tame.
And she wants to want to sit and stop
and she wants to be just fine
while her heart is still made of wires
that still spark and spatter and pop
And sometimes she lights her whole world on fire
just to burn down the orderly mess
and sometimes she’ll sit much too close to the flames
just to see if they hurt any less.
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