I lied.
I will speed.  I love lane splitting & filtering.
I will rev at you for no reason.
I hate riding alone.
I love doing TF I want
I love touching death
I even love you, but I love the adrenaline.

I dream of a motorcycle.
Being a kid, I rode a bicycle
I wish that when I grow up, I would have a motorcycle.
using my imagination, pretending that I'm riding a motorcycle, as soon as I get enough money and my license, I'll have my dream of owning a motorcycle

I dreamed of owning a motorcycle since I was 5; my dad owned one, and we would ride all the time. I
loved the feeling that felt like you were flying  
I loved the sound of the bike starting up and hearing the pops when he would rev it in the driveway. I loved the feeling of putting on my helmet and knowing that I was living the life, being able to feel every bump and turn on his bike

We're just friends, but it feels so much more.
You just feel like my other home & I just want to be your's.
I want to be held in your arms.    
I want to feel your precise lips on mine, god,
I  just want you.
You make my day, and I seriously love you.
I wish you knew. I wish I could just tell you,
but I'm afraid that it'll ruin the friendship, and our friendship means the world to me. I want it more. No, I don't want anyone else but you. I
want it to be us against the world.
The number of times I just look at you and think "****, he's so fine" is crazy.
I wish you knew how much I want to be with you but you'll know here soon...

5 More minutes, please
In the first minute, I'll cry into your arms, I'll  tell you I don't understand why you're doing this. I'll beg you to change your mind, yet you refuse. I still think I can change your mind. Maybe if I reminded you of how many people love and care about you, all our hangouts.  
In the second minute, I yell I'll yell about how you're going down the wrong path and how this will affect your relationship with your older brother.
In the third minute, I'll beg everyone around us to call 911. I beg you to keep your eyes open and to stay with us
In the fourth minute, I'll sob, I can't keep it in any longer, you start to cry with me because you don't want to die, and you don't want to miss seeing me grow up.  
We enter the fifth and final minute, we'll ever be with each other again. I know you ain't got much longer on this earth, so in the last minute I'll hold you on my lap with your blood running down my legs and cry harder than I ever have in my life begging god to give you more time with us but thats not how life works some people die and we lose the closet ones to us   this time being my 16 year old best friend colt

In Another Life
We made it just you and me, all the way to the end, with rings on our left fingers that only get taken off in moments of necessity
Hearts by our names in each other's names with semi-humiliating contact photos, we have a shared bathroom counter, left side for you and right side for me.  My perfume next to your cologne. We have a lived-in home, one with black and white photos framed on the wall, where we were smiling in the photos, not for them. And our couch has an indent where we lie watching TV before bed every night.
In another life, it's you and me forever, you and me until the end  
In another life, we didn't mess things up; we did what we promised we would do

The 2nd worst thing is having to hear your best friend go down the wrong path and become depressed.
He used to be blasting weird *** music and happy music, laughing and yelling like a little grimlin.
to blasting sad, depressing music, going silent for days on end, not being happy-go-lucky
He's only 15, going through hell, he's in a foster home, getting yelled at for no reason, and feeling like he'll never be good enough for anybody. He's only 15 and in jail for 3 years.... he ain't a bad kid, just misunderstood and has trust issues and trauma