Catch my breath as you catch my hand,

Reckless morphing into careless,

morphing into the backseat of your car;

Red, like the lace dress and the lipstick and the burning fire

Burning lungs, smoke and long drives,

Long enough to set this whole town ablaze,

But my thoughts are still smoky.


Plane flights and fallen leaves,

Fallen angels and dreams of wings,

Lightning and longing:

Key to the door, key to my freedom, the key to your heart,

Cascading silver down my ex's shirt.


It was always easier to hide in my past than my own skin,

Until you, until metal, until ink,

Brushed with purple like ropes brush against my skin.


Morphing into cautiously fallen and uncontrollably breaking promises I made to never cross that

Distance again.