8-26-16
Concerns,
Customs,
Exceptions,
Misconceptions.

You see, we may be something like
Immortal,
But I'm not the only one stopped
Dead in my tracks.
Cop lights and complications
Make the highway home seem short.
And I've got this fantasy in my head
Of how things would be,
And I'm not just talking about you.
If i know where I need to be,
And I'm not
Afraid
Of that place changing,
Why am I not there?

Night air,
There's a breeze going by
That's threatening to loosen
These last few seams up,
And ive been running my whole life.
Here I am, again.
I'd say I'm sick of running
But I'm an addict to the pace.
I've created thousands of worlds
And none of them are inside my head,
I've been giving them away.
The images have gotten darker
And my body's trying to give up,
Sleep has not been my friend,
And bodies spell out betrayal,
But I'm an addict to that, as well.
I'm an addict to the pain,
And I'm an addict to
You.
These white lines look
Nothing like the point
I draw the line.
But my car broke down
And so did she and
I can't find you,
Or anyone, because
Secrets don't stay secret
When too many bodies know
And is that why there's panic
Running through my veins,
Slowing the adrenaline?
Maybe I'm not intended to get out,
Get away.

I'm looking for reasons to stay,
When we're more alike than you think.
Nothing is worth leaving home for.
I'm realizing we're both drawing lines
And chasing the ones on the pavement.
I'm realizing we're more alike
Than we know.

Let me drive home,
I dont care what it takes,
Get me out of here,
Because I've been trying to sink
Into bones and starry skies,
Dark places,
And watery eyes,
but this isn't where I need to be,
And maybe I'm an apathetic 
Pessimist to change.
Stubborn,
In all of my open minded ways,
But I don't want to give it time,
Time is for killing,
and I'd kill to kill it with you.
- (m.m)