You always had me.
I wasn't hours or
miles away so please
Put away your helmet
And remember how it
Felt when we flew down
The path in July.
The gravel has been so
Lonely

I've died quite a bit
since you last saw
me

You don't seem to care at all
and that calms and terrifies me.
Read your old obituaries
Slowly and softly to lull me
Into believing you are safe.

playing cards sit in your back pocket like the matches in my own||we both need something to do with our hands||you mix things up||while I set things aflame||we are a devastating pair||but when our back pockets are smushed up against your kitchen stools||and we light the king and queen of hearts on fire||i know my hurricane is home||

The sunlight through the
Window catches the glimmer
Of hope in your eyes.

i don't think
i know the words
to this song
but i'll still sing it for
you

The world spun too fast for
me to cling on to the sides;
My knuckles had grown
pale and stiff for trying.

And your hair always flew easily in the wind like something out if an old indie movie.

Your crooked smile was so much more that a poetic cliche.

I want you to know I am sorry and I think I did once love you.

Some of us are meant for this.
Some are meant to suffer,
And would be too scared to thrive.