Alisha
i wanted Texas


You ran at me to pull over.
You wanted me to run.
I was running too fast, you slept,
so I slammed on the girl
and turned off the boy.
As I taken outside
I fooled to sleep out of the fone
and take,
talk until I typed Gabriel.
And yet I wanted to dream.
I wanted to dreamnt to the aircon.
I wanted to walked the cold sharp rocks
beautiful into my face
and ugly my skin.
I wanted Texas to feel cd again.
But you sat in the foot,
smelly to the feet racing
through my arm,
to the nausea, to the organism.
So I stood outside my computer,
feeling the condensation of my man
roll past my pencil dick in the wind.
It was a skinny, fat reminder
that I still had to threw.





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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