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How can I continue?

There's no way I can live

Yet love a woman who can

turn my heart into paper mache.

I'm putty in her hands, even as I 

try to remain strong, she'll

barely lift a finger

before I fall to my knees.

I'll be falling in pieces like snow,

until she comes and gives me form,

but I'll have coal eyes and sticks 

for hands that can never hold her.

Be left under the couch, never to be found

as the last puzzle piece she needs.

Then she'll grow up

and forget me,

for the next time she sees me

I'll just be a memory.