Let’s just drive. And get lost.
Maybe someday we’ll find our way.
Through all these tangled highways and rundown buildings.
But in-between love’s lost and hopeful cities.
Your nicotine heart would dangle from a rising sun.




And somehow I always knew you were another one of those addicting addictions.




You used to hold my hand under the two connecting bridges.
And I tried to tie myself in knots just to forget that organization felt good at times.
Because I’ll admit, I’ve been nothing but a mess.
And maybe I wanted to get away for once, without your hands constantly laced in mine.
Feel what it’s like to have no boundaries.





No knowledge of where I’m going, just knowing that it’s anywhere but here.




We used to tell stories, summaries of our lives.
But I gave you all of me, while the cigarette cinders in my hand told me you gave me nothing.
And I wanted to highlight your flaws to let you know you were imperfection.
Cross out the sentences in your book where you forgot the commas.
Another rundown building you were, with broken windows and unlocked doors.











But your heart shaped perfection told me your were anything but cracked.

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