NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

control control

making out at a traffic jam me on your lap with your fist in my hair my fist in your heart keeping control i'm in control right?

picking up speed the tears hit the windshield i broke this i broke us with bartered and battered blue lips dyed honey slicked on your finger tips clench the steering wheel you pull into the next lane yellow tape lining the sides of the car stay back stay back

can i borrow this can i borrow this i tap my nails on the ceiling nearly hitting the fan as you gaze up at me with neck deep red red brown eyes telling me to come down come back down to you but i don't listen i can't hear you with my palms over my ears your hands scratching at my thighs

the highway turns into a freeway and you take advantage of that you take advantage of everything the way i smile you took that the way i pulled my hair back to laugh into your ear you stole that the way i balanced on your lap just before you kissed me took my stability it's a liability the distance we were at and you took that, pulled my hand from your heart wrapped my rose pricked fingers around your neck told me it's my fault my fault we fell in love at the stage of blaming one for this when my borrowed blue black lips freeze the love we pass back and forth between a kiss our hands slipping slipping until we're tangled again tangled with evergreen smirks and barren people we used to wrap ourselves in

drive past the street we first met and you sped up just before you stopped at the mustard yellow stop sign, you were colorblind as you looked over at me and brushed a strand of my hair back behind my ear, telling me my hair looks beautiful blue blue unlike my eyes you say you were colorblind i was picturesque with my red blood dripping hair and my gray cement swirling eyes can't you see me? see me at this burgundy stop sign this dark street washed in yellow light

1.26.18
i wrote this in 3 minutes
i tried to be like the cool poets am i a cool kid yet