I'm always lost -
it's a part of being me.
A characteristic of mine.
My mind is always a mess
and I always have this urge to be wild and run.
I never know the where's, the why's, the who's..
I'm
always
lost.
Always doing the opposite of what's considered "morally" correct.
I think what got me hooked on him,
was that he didn't ever try to change me.
Not once.
He wasn't like the rest.
He was wild and he wanted to run with me.
He didn't ever try to fix me or calm me down.
He was filled with fire in all the same ways I am
and when I needed to feel free,
he took my hand
and
we sprinted.

We were lost somewhere within one another.
I was lost within him
and he was lost within me.