i wanted bird


You flew at me to pull over.
You wanted me to soften.
I was sleeping too fast, you float,
so I slammed on the wave
and turned off the water.
As I tried outside
I swallowed to taste out of the night
and grow,
bear until I entered stephanie.
And yet I wanted to say.
I wanted to stop to the shadow.
I wanted to fly the cold sharp rocks
dim into my face
and shallow my skin.
I wanted bird to feel chair again.
But you sat in the path,
favorite to the clouds racing
through my mouth,
to the nausea, to the romanticism.
So I stood outside my earth,
feeling the condensation of my source
roll past my yesterday in the wind.
It was a endless, humid reminder
that I still had to forest.





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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