Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Drive

I drive through the suburbs every night
in my moms beat up car,
listening to songs we used to scream
and doing things we always wanted to do.

Like late night drives or smoking in
parking lots, but now it just me,
it's me alone all alone screaming
Phoebe bridgers and the 1975.

Sometimes I even lose my breath and
have to pull over when I drive past
your house, because driving was supposed
to be our thing our big thing.

Now I sit alone in this parking lot
reminiscing the good times.