once i thought being lost was only a part of being young
but the old man in the bed next to your cot
was screaming louder than anyone
it was on a drive not unlike this
that I first said I love you.
I guess I really never did think I would
say it again.
I was a shit for thinking that way
because all I’ve wanted to do since
is say it again and again
but when I did it was a bad thing.
it was something I had to regret.
there is a field out here
in the middle of nowhere
where maybe I’d like to be buried.
keep that in mind.
the police sirens sound familiar
not just because I know the sound but because
they were in my dream last night, too.
there’s nothing like being stuck
in a car with someone
to remind you of everything you hate
and love about them.
I am glad I still have your shirt
even if I can’t wear it and even if
you can’t wear mine either.
objects in mirror are
closer than they appear.
1) don’t cry in front of my entire family
how do you fix anything