Lol
i wanted Lol


You Lol at me to pull over.
You wanted me to Lol.
I was Lol too fast, you Lol,
so I slammed on the Lol
and turned off the Lol.
As I Lol outside
I Lol to Lol out of the Lol
and Lol,
Lol until I Lol Lol.
And yet I wanted to Lol.
I wanted to Lol to the Lol.
I wanted to Lol the cold sharp rocks
Lol into my face
and Lol my skin.
I wanted Lol to feel Lol again.
But you sat in the Lol,
Lol to the Lol racing
through my Lol,
to the nausea, to the Lol.
So I stood outside my Lol,
feeling the condensation of my Lol
roll past my Lol in the wind.
It was a Lol, Lol reminder
that I still had to Lol.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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