i let the candle burn down to the wick
and he said im not worried.
i was overly concerned.
i wrapped it up in a package of lies
and sent it away.
this shade of gray,
this space inbetween
has left me shuttering for days.
he said, im not ready for this sort of thing.
well im not gonna break,
i said im not gonna break
and im not gonna get
snapped up in your buttefly net again.
i realized im not worried because
ive done this sort of thing.
youve dropped me
off at this dead end before,
open the door and pushed me out
onto the grass.
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