It would make me smile, when you drove too fast.
Air streaming in,
and starlight in
early twilight. Out the sunroof
I would look because the road ahead
was just too much.
Maybe I hurt, when the phone was quiet.
And doorbells
rang no bells.
Inside, or out
the door I never wanted to run from you
or your bloodshot blues.
Craving everything, when one thing would do.
Your addictions
and convictions.
Too harsh, and
eclipsed were my only claims
that I did love you.








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