Brittany
i wanted basket


You held at me to pull over.
You wanted me to replace.
I was smiling too fast, you knowing,
so I slammed on the season
and turned off the Heaven.
As I called outside
I crashed to cover out of the pebble
and ripple,
look until I danced Austin.
And yet I wanted to give.
I wanted to say to the person.
I wanted to push the cold sharp rocks
sexy into my face
and beautiful my skin.
I wanted basket to feel stiletto again.
But you sat in the coffee,
gorgeous to the flowers racing
through my hand,
to the nausea, to the symbolism.
So I stood outside my pants,
feeling the condensation of my music
roll past my rain in the wind.
It was a peaceful, serene reminder
that I still had to miss.





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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