We sit together
On a bridge that goes over a river
From the mountains
At 11pm at night.
She chain smoked her whole
Pack of camels
And we are still in
Our dresses.
I can tell she wants to cry
But it's the kind of sadness
That doesn't let you cry,
It just let's you crumble.
And I look up
At the sky
Wearing her necklace
And the stars are out,
It's beautifully dark
And the rushing water
Roars in my ears.
Her heartbreaker
Sits in the backseat
Of her car,
Asking a midnight
Spur of the moment lover
To come pick her up.
All I want to do is scream.