More prose than poetry. |
The world is ours We pile into the car, careful not to forget the directions from mapquest, even though the words and numbers of the exits mean nothing to us We are on a mission to find a new escape to another raw ending, and though we bow our heads in shame, we break the rules anyway The exit is right in front of our eyes; the town already far behind, and we're driving until we reach the city skyline My hands tremble along the steering wheel as your street approaches I feel so connected to the smell of the air here, so different but more calming than home In circles we drive forever, trying to escape the web you've woven me into, but there's no way out of this nightmare The city suffocates us, shielding us with a blanket of despair and we know, the city will burn tonight will your empty eyes My head spins with a wave of emotions and I can hear the siren call of my grave marking my way back home You reassure me with loving arms allowing me to lay my head over your left breast, as I start to believe this is all a dream and that when I wake up you won't be holding me so close For a second, I don't care that this could be the last time we're together or that I know you don't love me the way I wish you did and we're running to the edge of the world, while leaving our footprints behind, watching the clouds drift between the sun and the sky But the world is ours and we failed but we tried, to fill the void we run from when inside our hearts we know we are never alone |