Blow Out
That time you blew out the candles in the middle of the night
Kept me awake for every twelve past nine
Closing the curtains like I’m not already scared
Whispering more darkness into my ears
Hiding under the covers, pressing every corner
Can’t let you leak in like the monster you are
That day you blew out the dandelions in the middle of the field
Stole my wish for being real, I can’t even feel
I wanted to fly away like the seedlings do
Be born somewhere else away from you
I wish to be free, get me off this leash
You burned the seeds, why can’t the innocent just be free
The time you threw a blow at me
I stared into nothing as I leaked
How did I not know to leave you that time
I couldn’t stop bleeding, not when I bleed from my mind
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