I haven't been happy in a while
but today I felt the sun hug my skin so closely
and that was enough to make today worth a little something

and what did i ever do
to deserve such beauty
that can influence my thoughts
so easily that it’s addictive?

and sometimes it’s a dream
other times it’s my reality
because if i want to wake up happy i can
it’s an easy walk through north philly
to get to you

and even when i’m missing you i still
can feel the way your chest moves in and out
because it’s rhythm
makes me feel more relaxed than anything else
ever could

you are so unaware
of your significance
and while you might believe
that i have many passions
i find you to be
the most intriguing
and i like to practice
the way i love
on your lips

And even on the days when we don't love,
I ran do it alone.

I am able to when you order food.
I am able to when you accidentally see old faces.
I am able to when you say you don't need me to anymore.

there are 22 stoplights
between you and i
and one day i stopped at all of them
it felt exhilarating knowing i had to innocently wait even longer
just to hear
your bed creek
at our every move

loving you is like how a car can crash into a tree on kettle run rd at 1:49 am on a thursday night in january.

a journey, progressing quickly. very quickly. 2 and a half months or 94 mph, (you decide).
a rush of energy, traveling instantaneously. so instantaneous that windows and hair are both down and every second spent gets its own little freedom.
an impact, all at once. maybe its emotions, pain, or a mix of both but i can feel all in less than a single, lonely second.
the aftermath, that would be worth grieving over. the nights of sitting on my bed thinking about where you are, who you’re with or if you’re able to breathe. i usually end my nightly thoughts by remembering how you were finally able to pick the drugs over me.
you needed me. I needed you to hurt me. you drove me. you made me hurt.

our car crashed.