he was looking at me now.
really looking
and he could see an adventure
i love adventures.
i want them, i love them.
... but maybe you aren't like that.

i wasn't looking back,
for fear I'd make
a happy ending less likely.
i waited
all the way until he'd
closed his eyes
for me to safely open mine.

something in me knew
something terrible
was avoiding me;
pushing me aside

what's going to happen?

i had to laugh.
there was something sweet about laughing.
****** into a rising blush
i realized
that i was being touched by
a wave of skin-tingling exhilaration.
a wave of
clarification.

the terrible something
has passed.

Everything is falling apart and
i cant fix anything because of my broken heart, which
never stops beating even when
i'm begging it to
just
stop screaming.

There's parts of me that wonder if you're doing okay
or if once again your mind is fading away because
i see the cuts on your body and
you really have to find a new hobby
other
than killing yourself.

What if I just
..
Kept
Driving