I've traveled long roads and neighboring cities
have spent nights in unknown beds and ****** motels
I've woken up to mornings of hangovers and cigarette butts
and have fallen in love with strangers and lost travelers

I have stories that only I can recount
and a broken heart that no one is willing to repair
I've gotten used to people coming and leaving,
loving and falling out of love with me.

Because I am the girl with a lipstick stain and smudged mascara on
with an empty bottle and a flameless lighter
I am the girl who is often forgotten
mostly by the people whom I always remember.

...was when we ran in the city that night, reckless and unafraid.

It was when we lit packs of cigarettes and drowned in bottles of beers.

It was when the late nights of sneaking, driving, and skinny dipping.

It was when the only time we didn't feel lost was when every time we were together.

It was when we thought that we had our fates and lives in our hands so we held each other tight.

It was reckless, it was trouble, it was young. But it was love.

And it is being remembered.