i don't know who i wrote this for

by the fear of being breakable
the knees go weak in silence
but instead it stays for long
and it's upsettling how i could call you
but i don't because
there's an image to keep
lean on me
lean on me and i'll grab you by the neck
choke choke choke
until you break
baby i love you
but i bave to make amends
and it's terrible how we are ought to break
the end isn't coming now but i can sense it before it falls
because i'm the weakest person you'll ever fuck
and i hope you fuck me tomorrow with the devotion i
the crystal clear silver metal golden shrine