no idea where i am and
no idea where i am going
just a tank full of gas
and the patter of rain
just me and time and space
no plans, no destination

If I was strong enough,
I would ignore you.
But I just can't.
Because love is madness.

The ego fell

I’m sure it would be hard to love someone like me when you couldn’t even love yourself long enough before you gave up

smoke fills his lungs and clings
to his jacket, mixing scents--
his cologne, wet grass,
the lotion on her hands,
their hearts.
in an uneven dance, riddled
with missteps, miscommunication,
missed opportunity.
they can't bear to be bare,
but there they are.