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Smother me in sanity

I never thought I had,

reach the line I didn’t dare to cross

I can stumble,

loathe this halfway

and still love it like my own,

stand on the ledge and keep myself from leaping

Leave my heart attacks at the door,

I can’t afford them

when I need the nervous,

the beats that sprint when I’m pressed close to you

Sin

ought to be something

this exquisite,

something bitingly sweet when I open my mouth,

something heartwrenching

that makes my heels

pound on the pavement

when you’re standing motionless-

I don’t know how long I can do this

without falling or

pretending to fall.