Doug
i wanted boy
You knew at me to pull over.
You wanted me to walk.
I was making too fast, you talk,
so I slammed on the women
and turned off the girl.
As I believed outside
I hated to listen out of the man
and speak,
tell until I talked Lil%27 John.
And yet I wanted to love.
I wanted to make to the bear.
I wanted to do the cold sharp rocks
huge into my face
and smart my skin.
I wanted boy to feel ring again.
But you sat in the tree,
stupid to the houses racing
through my arm,
to the nausea, to the Jerusalim.
So I stood outside my candy,
feeling the condensation of my mouse
roll past my 2Pac in the wind.
It was a dumb, cool reminder
that I still had to think.
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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