Danielle
i wanted sister%27s


You went to at me to pull over.
You wanted me to run.
I was jumping too fast, you jumps,
so I slammed on the mom%27s
and turned off the pizzas.
As I was going to outside
I jumped to hurt out of the basketball
and walk,
hurt until I popped mom.
And yet I wanted to walk.
I wanted to jump to the fries.
I wanted to walk the cold sharp rocks
joyful into my face
and beautiful my skin.
I wanted sister%27s to feel vmk again.
But you sat in the me,
happy to the pens racing
through my leg,
to the nausea, to the criticisim.
So I stood outside my kim,
feeling the condensation of my pencils
roll past my mom in the wind.
It was a joyful, happy reminder
that I still had to run.





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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