"You let your doubt lead you like a river on and on, and you will never get back to save what you had.

Hear me promise, I will bury your problems in me.

So sleep soundly.

I held your heart in my fingers, now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and you will never admit that you bid the wind blow the flames out and buried the coals in the sea.

You tricked me.

You came back and you brought floods, wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud and I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you.

But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it, said, 'Darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have it.'

But now I'm not so sure that was true after the hell you put it through.

But there was no sharp pain this time, just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine.

An unshakable absence like most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went west, but that's fine."

-La Dispute