...
Saw you on the balcony
Saw you on the asphalt
Going to your car? So,
"Hello" is what I get,
and all of it.

Saw you at the office, I
Saw you at the pharmacy
First day, your new job. So,
I won't take your time away
Thank you for the pills

Fight and fight the feeling
but there's no fight to fight.
My routine is writ in river rock,
you're looking beautiful, free,
even if your phone is in your head,
and you've routine like me.

Romance and its fickle game
stitched me up young
After years, there's no way
to escape getting better
It's better now and I'm devout
to no one but myself, but
it's been forever since
I've seen as sweet a face
when each morning delivers
bitter afternoons before
the night brings reminders
your entire day is hate.

Amber, Oceanic Blue, and Violet
In the sky, particles align

You trace the stars for me
You make me feel what I seek
Is more than drawn in dream
...

Blank pages
That! Was "the" flash
Clear sheets of bleached pages
Blown by some outlandish light
My heart didn't miss a single beat
I wasn't afraid to die
Wasn't afraid of the hurt that would come
I calculated and imagined
a couple of broken ribs
and a lot of dismembered limbs
But with these relentless hands with minds of their own
They slowly slid off the steering wheel, already decided
I was ready to let go... (like...totally ready)

And face whatever reality awaits
Blastin' over 80 on gritty-soiled roads
Melting grounds
Sudden headlights beyond each steeps and turns
Would soon but consequently present

Surprised as I was
to realize I had nothing left lose
Nothing to leave behind
Either my life was already done for
Or a new chapter hadn't even started yet
It was an amusing thought
Even more so insane
Was the fact that
I laughed at my own jokes
Despite me being (...in deep ****...)
In the face of ...(idk)... death?

But the only worry that penned it's way
On my blank pages
Was the fact that my dear friend
Buckled next to me
Though the fault was both ours
She wasn't ready to meet the end of her story
Clenching my hands on the wheel
I prayed for no dents on the ride
I prayed for her life
And hoped the cupcakes sitting in the backseat
The ones with extra chocolate icings that her father just gave her a few minutes ago
Would make it just as fine
After a few aggressive twirls and dances
And subsiding close calls
Jesus gave me another chance


...And that is the story of how my mistakes almost killed my friend



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