Tissue Paper Swan

This is life now,
this is love now,
this is myself in flames.
Here is my opinion,
here is a death wish,
here is my heart under a microscope.
I've traded my space,
I've traded a punch or two,
I've traded my fears to be with you.
All I ask is to be unjaded.
All I want is a children's book ending.
All I need is for myself to end.
Tear the eyes out,
breathe into the mouth of god,
and you will find a waste of a tree.
A tissue paper swan swimming within itself.