Sunday, October 28, 2018

an hostage suicidal

When I was out on that street
nothing could take me back
it was impossibly steep

black cat citation
stone temple doublemint
cold sweet seatbelt

gridlock convenience
a good place to grow up
in memories of my presence

I always wanted to run away
but never did and it was
there that I yet remain

for as long as I live
nothing will make as much sense
as it did that first time

my parents are different people
they couldn't help what happened
an inevitability in a way

I grew up on a cold circle
that matched a hill in town
it was always my fate

As we learn how to better decide
frequent drawbacks become apparent
and we lose who we were once meant to be

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