Mt. Eerie: You Swan Go On
I cried myself to sleep last night for the first time in a long time.
I'm always second best. There's always someone better. You'll always find someone better, even if they're really a piece of shit.
As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting, it did, after I met you. The way you reached inside my chest and pulled out things and sent them off in breaths blew. And as good as it got with all the layers peeling off, and though I writhed I could not upset you. With your hand down my throat you held on to my heart and pumped blood through. And then “it’s time to go” you said, “it’s time to go out you little gray goose. Get out from under my wing” you said “go on you swan you turn loose.” I was so “it’s over.” I was so “we died." I was so “your hand on my heart pumping blood went limp” and oh, I fly. Oh swan inside.
I cried myself to sleep last night for the first time in a long time.
I'm always second best. There's always someone better. You'll always find someone better, even if they're really a piece of shit.
As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting, it did, after I met you. The way you reached inside my chest and pulled out things and sent them off in breaths blew. And as good as it got with all the layers peeling off, and though I writhed I could not upset you. With your hand down my throat you held on to my heart and pumped blood through. And then “it’s time to go” you said, “it’s time to go out you little gray goose. Get out from under my wing” you said “go on you swan you turn loose.” I was so “it’s over.” I was so “we died." I was so “your hand on my heart pumping blood went limp” and oh, I fly. Oh swan inside.
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