i wanted him
You wanted me to pull over.
You wanted me to love.
I felt too fast, you smiled,
so I slammed on me
and turned off you.
As I kissed outside
I wanted to love out of the heaven
and stare,
stare until I saw Eric.
And yet I wanted to smile.
I wanted to smile to the time.
I wanted to stop the beautiful perfect rocks
cutting into my heart
and slicing my personality.
I wanted him to feel sweet again.
But you sat in the soul,
clueless to the eyes racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the prism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of you
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a darling, lovely reminder
that I still had to want.
*m*l*e
