You
Are cigarettes
On your trampoline,
At night,
Staring at the stars
And hoping for the future,
And friendship,
And stability
In this crazy world.
You are
The romance novels
I have loved so much.
I
Am a head rush
In the middle
Of the day,
Driving 80
Down the mountain,
With bloody wrists
And long sleeves
Because I'm ready
To self-destruct
I am
The sad books
Where love and life
Just don't work out
In the end.
