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I’d like to see you come undone.

With frown lines and disregard,
   Forest-fires in your eyes.

The mannequins are tired of you stealing their smiles
  (While all I dream about Is suicide)

How is it that passion pours through veins
Joy lights up faces
Hope cures diseases,

And I am still sick on a bathroom floor.
  (in a place that is not home)

I want to be there when you break down.

Your constant perfection like a slap in the face
   Vision blurred through black eyes
      (my soul declined)

Pour your blood onto paper and send it in an envelope addressed to the lost -

      I’ve been waiting.