I scream at the top of my lungs as I hit 75 on the 605.
I flick the volume dial up so my sobs are downed by the guitar solo.
I turn left and I find myself on the way to the beach.
What a great achievement it was to get a hotel room this late.
Not the song I wanna hear but I leave it.
I park in the empty lot and escape from the car with my phone left ringing and my keys jiggling in my back pocket.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck my life.
Fuck this.
Fuck it.
I run across the sand and my legs get soaked by the waves. I fall on my knees and cry.
Everything will be okay. We can leave this town. You have me and I have you.
But now I don't. I don't have you. You don't care if you don't have me.
YOU ARE READING
These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
