gone 4 a drive

he's pointing out headstones just ahead of us. pedal to the metal.

love me in transience. some day soon i'll let you down easy and let you keep the polaroids. 

is that okay? are we on the same page?

he's getting all frantic. "i don't know how we got here. how did we get here?" i wonder the same thing every day.

sure, he'll remember the month he got a taste of madness, but the same cogs will turn when i'm caught in another tornado. 

life's a dumpster fire, remember? it burns on.

despite it all, the hearts of past lovers still palpitate and ache alongside my own.

i never got over any of it.