A tiring walk
that gets
kinda awkward
super quickly
going down
memory lane
makes me long
for blackout
boulevard.

I SLAMMED THE DOOR SO HARD, THAT IT COULD HAVE FALLEN OFF IT'S HINGES,
THE SAME WAY I COLLAPSE TO MY KNEES SOMETIMES.
I SLAMMED IT WITH THE KIND OF FORCE THAT IT  TAKES ME TO LOVE, AND GOD KNOWS I LOVE WITH THE POWER OF EARTHQUAKES AND TORNADOS COMBINED.

I'm pretty much done
We both know
Where things are headed
You may as well
Push me off the hill
And watch me roll down it
Maybe I'll hit a rock
On the way
Then you can see
Me bleed
I'll try to pick some flowers
On the way as well
I'm sure it will be lovely.

Kinda overbearing
Always keeping you down
But it means well
It's there to keep you
From flying away
I know people who tried
To fight that force
They didn't win.

He walks with himself
He is his own best company.
He pushes forward and you often do not notice
You ignore his plead but you see him wander
A breathing tumble ****.
Shrubbish, wobbly, and *****
He zig zags through the crowd
Sometimes he screams and he too cries
Just like you
Sometimes he trembles in the night
Just like you
Sometimes he dreams of better days
Just like you.

You could walk
For miles
Till your feet bleed
In fact
And find
You're still in
The same
Dam town

Especially if
You walk slowly
And have the wrong shoes
Proper footwear both
Metaphorically
And
Literally
Is very important.

I can't read your mind
But based on what
I thought I knew
I thought we were enemies
I never would have guessed
You thought
Me a friend.

Your blue eyes sank into the pit of my belly button
Heavy breaths left my mouth like boulders rolling off the mountain side
My toes sat tight in my boots, and curled under my feet