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Edge of the World
You are
The edge of the world
That unknown territory on my father’s map
Marked:
There be monsters here
You’re a cut up paper angel
In my shoebox
Tangled in his own heartstrings
Hanging limp from that tree
Like a hammock
Please don’t invite me
I’ll never be able to resist
You’re a bleeding sunset
Where the sun bruised her
Tender eyes
Because she couldn’t
Tear her gaze off of you
You’re my screaming heart
A chemist teaching me to feel
To lust and leer
And second guess my steps
You’re all my insecurities
Because you’re so much more than me
That’s what you are to me
Imagine what you are to the
thousand other eyes
In the room