brake-less bike
when it all comes to a close
will the circle get the square?
the same way honest love and care
would never leave you hanging there
to sit alone?
when i let my body ache
to show the world with cuts and scrapes
the stories of my brake-less bike, and my adventures
getting old.
i fill the free time with beaches and friend’s secrets about
how they didn’t like her anyway.
not the one who got away,
but the one that you let go.
been busy getting happier, and reminding myself to forget that.
but i know my will won’t let that be the case.
on to fast forward days
and thoughts that run away from my mouth.
as i sit in a wooden room,
at a desk, on a stool, the walls will start to spin.
acid tinged, the chemicals kick in.
i know i know nothing
were something, or nothing, or humming,
or running into walls.
i see silver, and stars
my beat up car.
a chance to draw the last few words from my arms.
and this is what they are.