I took that straight shot I was talking about,
the one that burned like tequila and went 80 miles per hour
on an open Texas highway,
right to the middle of a city in a tiny apartment.
I sat on the chair and looked out the window,
with luggage I couldn’t unpack.
I sat with legs crossed, looking poised as I was raised to present myself-
I’ve gotten so used to running away.
And I realized I broke my own heart this time,
because I was the one who could not change,
nor meet you again for the first time.
So I took that straight shot I was talking about,
the one that went 80 mph on an open Texas highway,
away from you,
to find myself.
Be here
Before I wrote these words,
I had stacks of ten pages
of ten thousand words
But I didn’t want them anymore-
Didn’t want to be blamed for immortalizing your unsaid name
So you when you left
Not only did I burn the bridges, but I burned the remains as well
To tell you that not only do I want to forget the old
But I want to build the new
And I want to build it with someone
Who is nothing
Or something
Maybe everything
Like you
Ethics
some people say I don’t work hard enough,
that I wait for good things to come my way instead of grabbing them
well, let me tell you about the time I choked him from a thousand miles away
so after that, I stopped trying so hard,
stopped stressing my self out
gave up some of the best years of my life
to a young man
so he can live the American dream for me.
for those of you who say I have no will
no power
no dedication
did you ever think
that instead of working on lousy subjects,
i worked on being a better person?
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