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The word crumple’s a relief

to what I’m feeling now

I want to be close to the ground

Get my head out of the clouds,

pull them down with me

So I’ll amputate my legs,

stand on a pedestal made of

my own bad influences

and covered in desires tossed aside

I’ll amputate my hands

so I don’t have to touch the memories ever again

I don’t have to be dared anymore

to dip my fingers in a cool mix

of dangerous medicine

I’ll amputate my heart

so I don’t have to choke on something as raw as love

so I don’t have to tell my blood to boil

whenever you’re near

It’s a challenge just to keep it from freezing over

But then I’ll be out of looks and love and limbs

and I can’t sew myself back together

I’d rather crumple and be destroyed

at least then I know I’m capable of standing up again tomorrow.