Auction Block

Too much stuff

You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you

This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!

I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth

Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!

Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends

I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen

This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready

Willing to expunge the demons

Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me

Baggage be for yesteryear

We’re older now, with fire-proof feet

Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need

Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again

I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet

Let it go
Let me closer

I’m leaving now

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