A silent blue engulfs the metallic body that I lay in
I'm slumped against the side of the door, gazing at the minuscule droplets microscopically reflecting my stare
Rumbles and mumbles tumble through the clouds like badly kept secrets fan faring with a flash of purple lightning

My body is filled with nostalgia as my father cranks up the Yankee game on the century old automobile radio
My mother conks out, snoring louder than a booming stereo at a high school football game

These are the rides I like to remember
When no one is yelling
Or crying
Plastering smiles across their faces when hidden discomfort is making their nerves shake violently
Everything is quiet
But the white noise speaks more words than I ever will

"Do
You beg
For his body
Against yours like his
Is pressed upon mine every
Day into the night, dirtily polite?"

No, but I stop and think
About the chances I had
With him all alone
That I've wasted
Dreaming of
Him

Your ligaments are stones sliding through mine
The rocky embrace kills me every time
We touch
And hug
You sneak away with your lies
              
Blood runs through your veins like an IV rung
Constantly pumped but you never seem to run
Short of degrading me
Shaming me
For the words I never strung

You and I fit together
Like repeating patterns on a Christmas sweater
We lock so tightly
We're immediately bonded forever

In romance or platonic
Our love is hypnotic
Your spells fill my brain
With little disdain

But,
Oh so sadly,
A grave stands in my way