Worth

I taste you on the tip of my tongue

Like the words I forgot to say before you

Packed yourself up and stepped out of the car.

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Nobody leaves like you do, in that mocking way

That reminds me of the shadows you do

Such a good job of mimicking.

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I'm in a drought of compassion

Because you built this wall around the sky

And the clouds listen to you, who knows why.

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This is a desert without your blood and tears

And I am roasting alive, so maybe it's

Not just fire and heat, but hellfire.

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Maybe I'm screwed three times over.

Letting you leave was throwing your soul

Into the pit and now I wonder about your bones.

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Have they gone to ash or will they fall from above

Like some twisted nightmare of fears

Spewed from the volcano's crown?

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You should have gotten back in,

Slipping between the creaky door warped

By an accident and stayed there until night passed.

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But you shut your hoodie in the door, broke your zipper

And called it a day with tears in your eyes

Like I couldn't see the truth.

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What sort of shadow would I be

If I couldn't see the truth pouring out of that

Aching soul of yours, the one that dreams like it fucks.

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Hard with a relentless rhythm that you think will get you

Everything you've ever hoped to want

When you know it won't.

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You know that this run,

Can't end in anything other than ruin.

But maybe that's why you do it, to play pretend with the cosmos.

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Maybe that's the ultimate cost of leaving, enduring the shadows

That swarm and swim in the mind, while dreaming

Of some other, impossible end.