take a piece of me with you;

sometimes I just like to be alone and let myself miss you

and we are broken;

so many words in my head but nothing to say. I need to get them out; I can't.

i miss;

city. lights.

just a few more weeks.

and there's this burning;

she's my favorite

time is never time at all;

past___

and now that i know how many shots it takes for you to remember,
i'm wondering how many it'll take for me to forget.

present___

the taste of my cigarette on your lips,
it leaves me with the most hopeful shade of blue you can find in a box of crayons.


the winds are strong and I can't stop thinking that somehow, it'll take my whispered words across oceans.

I wonder sometimes, about the outcome;

four more exits to
my apartment and
I am tempted to
keep the car on drive
and leave it all behind