i love and love and love and yet
i never give all of myself
you think i'm using you for cigarettes
but really i'm using them for you
i put them in my lungs like flowers
a bouquet with a card that says
'it's okay, i'm dead inside too
i'm dead inside just like you'
you touch me like you can
feel what's underneath my skin
your fingers on my ribs
like soothing caresses on my organs
your mouth is on me like
you're drinking me in
and i want to give myself to you
in a box
with a bow
on it
mail myself to you
in a box
with a bow
on it
so i could be pretty enough
for you

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