I told myself I would never do it again
as my body sank into my best friend's bed

"are you okay?"
                 "yeah, you?"
"yep."

the trip home was silent
and the sedan suddenly turned into an eighteen wheeler,
the rear view mirrors sticking out like Dumbo's ears.

we are in a cartoon.
I am convinced we are in a cartoon
and we are flying

             Dumbo could fly, too.

through euclid, and vernon, and lund
we are mute
and we are
happy

two kids
careless and naive

and that December
I’ll always remember
some kind of attraction
take a chance
what’s the worst that could happen?
butterflies killing my insides
smudged eyeliner
fighting, arguing
but I miss you
you say you don’t remember
tangled sheets and gray sweatpants

whispers. lies.
“let’s pretend”
it’s easier than telling the truth
right?

silence.

it never meant anything.
but I’m still here
always will be
and miles don’t mean anything
and my feeling don’t mean anything
to you
wrong timing, always wrong
but you could never waste my time
lets go back to how it used to be
now back to the same routine
same cycle.