You are something to talk about
Or something to believe in
Or something…
You’ve been something to stand by
And finally you’re something to regret
Your absence is a beautiful thing
It’s the mud that splatters on my calves when I run my fastest
I didn’t get far
Eventually I am peeling dirt off my skin
my muscles are burning
my cheeks are fiery with tears,
that never seem to come
no matter how hard I try
You are my sweetest let down
You are not my sweetest joy
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