Forsaken

Like the promises
That echo down the dusty highways and country roads
That leaves one cold and shattered in the morning light
It's the idea of desolation that aches from the cold
The emptiness that grows hungry
Like the step that was there when you fell

Don't you understand that I am too young
To travel the world on your stone cold back
That I need you to need me
That I am but a child in a body that is not my own
That you weren't there when this fragile mass
Collapsed beneath its tears

Do you know that I'm trying so hard
To hold, to hold and hold
Everything. Myself. You. Us.
But it rips beneath the tangled seams
And I cry as it gushes, flushes, rushes
Like a tide that will wash us. Clean

Like dew and new smiles at the break of dawn
We are creatures of the fleeting moments
So if you have to go back
Onto the desolate planes that used to be our lives
If you have to kiss in the twilight of Eden.
Or love her like you have no other

Then do. Do all those things that give you pleasure
For we are the creatures of the fleeting moments
Do everything that brings you joy and do not look back
For there is little time to be wasted on fixtures of stone
Do anything but forget me and leave me
Forsaken.
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