headlights & driveways
she doesn’t know the way home.
but she thinks if you drive her down the streets.
the steering wheel and headlights
will guide her to the driveway.
a passing car will blink it’s lights,
and you’ll know : don’t go.
her favorite color is lemonade.
she says that her favorite taste
is lust on your lips after you kiss her
but no matter how hard she pushes forward in her chase
she can’t find the flavor.
and nothing tastes that good the second time.
she says that living is meaningless.
and that makes her sad
because the only point to being here is loving someone else.
but she can’t trust you.
she keeps finding you with some other girl.
and each time her jaw drops
like a breaking heart.
you’re truly, honestly in love with her.
and you don’t understand that.
everyone gets nervous..
love makes you apprehensive.
you wish that you could just let go.
a passing car will blink it’s lights
and you’ll know : don’t go.