it must have been the band shirt
the jeans
the skater shoes
the blue eyes
the mouth
the teeth.
it must have been the fucking song on the radio.

boy;; you were a gutted gold mine.

i would have left you for dead
if the car had flipped
two seconds earlier.
we were going 90mphs;
the windows down
the music loud
your hand was on mine;;

it was the incomplete sentences
it was the grass stained jeans
it was the need for the lust.

i should have just turned and ran
and left you in the dust.

i was long gone and lost by evening
with your breath on my ear
laughing at the sidewalk and window reflection;
you called me beautiful at 634am
you never should have opened that goddamnperfectfucking mouth

boy;; right now i could kill you
that voice on my phone
i hate you i hate you i hate you
 if i could believe myself i might be able to convince you

this chemistry is dangerous
and could destroy us both.
ohmy,ohmy

i'm guilty of vindictiveness
but you wont be here long enough to face my consequences