jarah
i wanted florida


You rode at me to pull over.
You wanted me to run.
so I slammed on the dress
and turned off the blender.
As I unbuttoned outside
I hicupping to dropped out of the snake
and pulled,
write until I lucked james.
And yet I wanted to hugged.
I wanted to push to the the beach.
I wanted to pull the cold sharp rocks
kinda ugly into my face
and loving my skin.
I wanted florida to feel roller coaster again.
But you sat in the heart,
tall to the im more of an idiot racing
through my torso,
to the nausea, to the critisism.
So I stood outside my bed,
feeling the condensation of my cocoa puffs
roll past my hair in the wind.
It was a cute, pretty reminder
that I still had to ride.





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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