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the backroads

and the smoke is the warmest thing this night.

you light my cigarettes,

and i want to kiss you.

 

i can't i can't i cant.

you.

once. it was.

but we were both so broken.

we couldn't feel it.

 

it clicked in my heart,

like the flint in your lighter,

sometime after it became forbidden.

 

maybe because it is forbidden?

maybe because it is trust?

because i could always trust you.

because you never ****** me over.

because.

 

you listen. and i listen to you.

 

i trust your judgement.

i know you won't let us fall off the cliff,

fall into the ditch, get addicted,

get caught,

break.

 

and you know, because as i drove erratically,

i told you, only half meaning to.

and you know that nothing can come of it.

 

forbidden. would hurt.

 

i think i just want you to know that you're worth. . .

"it was good."

"we'll just leave it at that."

 

and we do. and today. i avoided the us.

but it would have been good.

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bryn-clarke-worth
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Feb 8, 2010
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