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i'm tapping the pen against the steering wheel and biting my lip as i grip the wheel
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sometimes when you're up so high
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there were a million reasons why not but a dozen reasons and one very important feeling why. there was something in the moonlight and the s
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everything was broken that i used to know trust was torn and bridges were burned
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i knew it was a never ever kind of thing when you let me sleep on the floor of your living room
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you smile and say the world, it doesn't fit with you -3eb
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I used to sit on my roof at two in the morning with a water bottle filled with rum wishing on every star that I could get my diploma and dr
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love isnt like it is in the movies.
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there are leaves on the ground and you are pounding a pack of camel menthol number nine upside down to your palm as your mouth moves with words and promises that i dont hear because i am watching you pound and pound and pound
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like rose petals and spilled pretzel crumbs and broken chairs and blood
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we're bacon grilled cheese sandwiches and cuddling under the covers.
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there was a raindrop funeral on a piano in a park
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a small orange crescent moon hung lazily in the sky as if it was as drunk as I was and the stars flicked and shined, reflecting off the ocean. we walked unsteadily through the sand and stood in the dark crashing wav
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he is
the popping of an engine
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there were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee cause youreeeee so vain; i bet you think this shit is about you.
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There are gray cloud lingering low in the sky and sparklers electrifying the night. My legs and feet are covered with mosquito bites but there is more itching on my heart than on these inflammations. You touch my heart a
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my smooshed juice box
with its chewed on straw
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and wishing there was a way for us
where no one would get hurt.
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and i feel like im thirteen again
so jumpy and nervous
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This town is an Abercrombie & Fitch billboard and we speed past it in our Audis and BMWs. We all pretend not to notice the dark cloud that
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my hair blowing around the one who had
taken your place.
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are we, as teenage poets
anything really besides
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i wish i could once again be young and restless
not teetering on legal age and wasted.
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it started with bubbles and a lighter
in the living room/kitchen of his new apartment
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i want to drown in your bed
under the covers in your skin.
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you caught me in your green eyes
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