It smelled like sex and drugs...
Like your sweatshirt did.
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Serenaded by the streetlights,
A suburban love song.
Half a tank of gas,
Home is the last place I'm headed.
My hands on the wheel don't tremble anymore,
Not like you made them.
And the lights run out
Quarter to E, One O'Clock
Nowhere else to go,
No one to call home.
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And I won't drive with my high beams on,
Because that's the kind of clarity I don't need.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoria & Woe
PoesíaSometimes our beasts can't be caged up inside. Sometimes I let my demons dance free among the words that I give to you, my love. Forever for you. (I stole the pictures, that stole my heart.)
