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Angsty teen stuff.

Living up to you is like
strapping broken wings to a caterpillar,
holding your breath and
closing your eyes
     (so you won't see the wreckage
     you leave behind.)

I know that it's silly,
just a pretense of
falling and holding tight
but it's all I've ever wanted
     (when you can have everything
     does it matter anymore?)

I think what bothers me most
is knowing you could take it,
because it's firmly in your grasp,
but you don't want it bad enough
Your mercy sickens me.
     (I'm not worth staying for,
     but I'm sure you will be.)