I was screaming.
It was like
Smashing my fists
Into a brick wall
Hoping it breaks.
I was screaming.
And you just kept driving
Like it was nothing
Like you did this
Every day.
I was screaming
And looking
At the speedometer
To see if you
Were speeding,
If you let this
Affect you at all.
You weren’t
And you didn’t.

I was screaming
And you didn’t hear a word.

The sound of your laugh bounces around, reminding me of when I was the cause of it. The shame in your eyes dance around my head, reminding me that i am too the cause of that. I remember so vividly the tears that poured down like rain and how they flooded my thoughts from then on. A text that seemed so mature and respectful, there was no way you'd turn me down. My ears burn like the fire I wish I could light my thoughts with. Burning them out. You were my first real love. My first real, real love. Covered in embarrassment and sprinkled in depression. You know what they say, everything happens for a reason. Well, I'm not sure what God was thinking up there when he made me love you, but I think I'm a poet so I guess that's a clue. Throwing around lines of pain and past love that could've been, so you can read them and maybe hurt a little too.

During that winter
We experienced a blizzard of crippling misfortune
Cold misery mounted our souls
And we carried it wherever we went
Filled with shame and strokes of bad luck
We were put into a hypothermic coma
And pushed along by careless snowplows
Forced into the drive way aprons of the rock salt streets