I live off the highway
a big road going nowhere,
though you did promise to take me somewhere
miles and miles away from here.
It's a five minute drive,
forty five minute walk,
fifty when you're high,
and a couple butterflies away from your front door.
You told me that I was the one,
thanked me for everything I'd done.
When the rain stopped,
you said no more.
When suddenly we weren't drowning,
and the sun began shinning,
you kissed me goodbye,
leaving me torn.
You found your new home in another girls arms,
and safety in the sheets with another boys lips.
You left me
lopsided and woozy,
alone and dazed.
You're a liar.
You told me everything was going to be okay.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
I live off the highway
a big road going nowhere,
though you did promise to take me somewhere
miles and miles away from here.
It's a five minute drive,
forty five minute walk,
fifty when you're high,
and a couple butterflies away from your front door.
You told me that I was the one,
thanked me for everything I'd done.
When the rain stopped,
you said no more.
When suddenly we weren't drowning,
and the sun began shinning,
you kissed me goodbye,
leaving me torn.
You found your new home in another girls arms,
and safety in the sheets with another boys lips.
You left me
lopsided and woozy,
alone and dazed.
You're a liar.
You told me everything was going to be okay.