I am wax,
Pull a flame over my face
And watch my skin
Drip off my bones.
Tie me to your bed,
Walk away,
And only come back
To clean up the mess.
Bottle me up,
Put me on a shelf-
Keep me safe
From everyone else.
I break apart,
More and more every day,
Allowing myself to be melted down
To fit a mold no one owns.
I’m tired of maintaining
This body,
I’m done fighting
To stay whole.
I am wax
Let me melt
So i don’t have
To be tired anymore.
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