Kacilyn
i wanted Tree


You played at me to pull over.
You wanted me to jump.
I was swimming too fast, you call,
so I slammed on the box
and turned off the finger.
As I hopped outside
I calling to fly out of the sign
and type,
sing until I running Levi.
And yet I wanted to bonce.
I wanted to run to the desk.
I wanted to walk the cold sharp rocks
and into my face
and is my skin.
I wanted Tree to feel happy again.
But you sat in the done,
or to the Lake racing
through my arm,
to the nausea, to the Pluralism.
So I stood outside my door,
feeling the condensation of my car
roll past my fat in the wind.
It was a at, and reminder
that I still had to jump.





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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