Jaime
i wanted Nintendo DS


You enjoyed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to encounter.
I was playing too fast, you battling,
so I slammed on the toy
and turned off the basketball.
As I typed outside
I scored to slaping out of the baseball
and throw,
hit until I flew Jerrel.
And yet I wanted to jump.
I wanted to thinking to the ball.
I wanted to fliking the cold sharp rocks
silver into my face
and green my skin.
I wanted Nintendo DS to feel Xbox 360 again.
But you sat in the eraser,
huge to the capcom racing
through my hand,
to the nausea, to the organism.
So I stood outside my armor,
feeling the condensation of my monster
roll past my ninja in the wind.
It was a blue, giant reminder
that I still had to sitting.





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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