unbox it later

We’ll get out of this shitty town, i promise. We will pack up our lives and our loves, kiss our parents goodbye, promise to send letters before burning addresses, and we will move across the country. Far enough to where we forget the lives and lies. Run them over with the car, they're dead to me anyway. We’ll move in together, in a bad apartment in the rough side of town. Cracked bricks and knuckles, sirens and their calls, let's wear our hearts on our sleeves and be who we are. Go from walking on eggshells to walking on sand, take off your shoes and sit down for a minute. The boxes will unpack with the trauma but we'll throw it away or hide it. Stuff it under the mattress, call it a surprise. Find it years later and gasp, ‘i remember this!’ Put it in the box and tape it up. Unbox it later