Camera Phone

by Noise Pollution

Put that camera away
I don’t like to be followed
I don’t like to be in frame
These still moments lose so much
my half smile looks so sad
and I look fragile to the touch

suppose it’s true
I’d like to forget.
But the goddamn photographs
prove that I exist

Stop hanging around
and holding my hand
and pulling me towards ground
Let me float away
I am a helium balloon
It’s not natural to stay

and suppose I like it
I’d like to forget
but holding me now
means that these moments will exist

inside of myself forever…

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