Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
the simplicity of losing myself the way I lost so many of my bobby pins in your car (and theyre probably still under the passenger seat)
the irony that you're driving across the country listening to the cd that I made you trying to forget about the girl who broke your heart only to realize you've been carrying me with you like that dollar and forty six cents in your pocket. (and I don't mean those bobby pins, although I'm sure a strand of my hair is still knotted in their metal arms). I'm still there because those are my initials that are scarred into the skin on your left thigh and you can't really drive away from someone if they're etched into your pores (much like the scent of you still lingers in mine).
Kay Reed
Written by
Kay Reed  F/ohio
   meg and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems