in my small town
last names mean everything & being a good kid means nothing

Let’s love hard and reckless.
Like the sounds of madness,
That mutter insults into our ears.
We are perfect as long as we don’t think,
but that is what we are programmed to do
We’ve done it for so long;
Engrained into our flesh.
We can’t be pleased.
Stuck in a cyclone.
A Vortex.
Endless if we can’t find our way out.
Two souls
Linked
forever
to find
their happiness.
When it was right
In front of them
All along.