Poetry and writing

What I am to you

What I want to be is anything but what I am tonight

What I am is talking, what I am is meat in your passenger seat.

There's no need for seat belts for people who have time to die

While I don't even have time to sleep

Since I do not want to miss a moment

Of everything we are today

Allow me the satisfaction of a dramatic exit

Goodbyes should be more than a long drive and a short parking lot goodbye