23&19
7.22.2015
Sometimes the air feels like You
Like my feet up on the coffee table
In Your living room with two beers
That first visit I took to see you in October
And it makes this entire planet feel claustrophobic
I should know better than to try to breathe
On a planet I was never made for in the first place
While I Try to Forget, We Used to be Something Great
A reflection on what you saw in me
It’s fun to fuck the bad girl
It’s fun to run away on day trips with the bad girl
To break and enter
Drink alcohol and smoke blunts with the bad girl
It’s fun to exchange stolen bracelets with the bad girl
Get spur of the moment tattoos,
Drink while driving on the highway with your feet hanging out the passenger door with the bad girl
It’s fun to stay out all night blue-lighting and fucking in the backseat of your mother’s car,
To get wasted on gin in a strip club with the bad girl
To kiss her in the walk in freezer at work
To rent a hotel room and get drunk and fuck all night with the bad girl
It’s fun to sky dive,
Mountain bike
Be boats on the end of a broken into pier,
With the bad girl
But it isn’t nice to keep the bad girl
It isn’t fun to see the flaws you once yearned for in the bad girl
To see only reckless, short lived summers and nights and plane trips
It isn’t worth it to stand by the bad girl
To help her love herself and fix the fault lines that run deep in her heart and mind
It’s fun to fuck around with the bad girl
And that’s all
Watching a video of somewhere We had been and scan the background like a predator to its prey. Looking for Our summer love like a lasting brand, a shred of evidence that what happened wasn’t imagined. It felt so good back then, I wouldn’t doubt I drank enough to hallucinate it all. A placeholder. A bookmark in a novel in the shades of blue and yellow.