glove compartment

the coolness of the Atlantic hits us like an epiphany you tuck a willow in my hair as i taste summer in the air and insanity on your tongue those nights when we felt like fireflies trapped in mason jars and we watched all the others follow the lifeless lights of city streets enduring the foggy-eyed mornings that follow with a blanket on the floor with you a forest fire ripping through my head (i loved you) a bass drop of a song in the backseat of your friend’s car my heart flutters like sparrows to the sound of thunder and the sun trembles over the horizon i know how this will end, just like i know you but for now we are young the wind hits our broken pieces and fills the holes i count up all our mistakes and they seem beautiful as we wait for the fiery effervescence of violent waves i hope we remember how they sound when we get old we let the meaning of everything cloud over us for a while (i loved you) broken air conditioners and laughing out loud for no one to hear and we wonder if we exist at all and i think how strange this is as phosphorescent waters swish and spill i scream inside so there is no echo my sleep took over slowly that night i used up all my colored film on you and i found the pictures in the glove compartment today i love(d) you

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