Luhrifax
i wanted hat


You slept at me to pull over.
You wanted me to weep.
I was tasting too fast, you have,
so I slammed on the chair
and turned off the finger.
As I went outside
I linked to tell out of the thrill
and die,
rise until I fucked me.
And yet I wanted to hold.
I wanted to give to the tear.
I wanted to sell the cold sharp rocks
cold into my face
and morose my skin.
I wanted hat to feel take again.
But you sat in the throw,
red to the hands racing
through my finger,
to the nausea, to the sexism.
So I stood outside my song,
feeling the condensation of my voice
roll past my beat in the wind.
It was a hard, sudden reminder
that I still had to move.





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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