Gassed

I got my fill. I have a long trip ahead of me and the road I’ve been on took me to a-lot of places I couldn't remain happy in. Where I stayed longer than I shoulda.

I guess I wanted to feel what it would be like in different skin. But when I pulled out the only color that changed was emotions.

I got High on attention. I left a-lot of people fuming. I made every right turn a dead end, convinced I was worth the wait

How long—long enough to desire more.

How much time— enough to make it right.

How many times—so many I can't believe my lies.

Where do I go now—away, but never far enough to stay.

Home calls me back. The bones I buried leaves bodies falling like tears from an affair I saw coming but allowed, and let the itchy, tingly feeling mark and form a trail.

Bored and seeking entertainment. That was the advertisement. Where we entered was tainted and tainted us.

The more damaged you are the more you seek. It’s just too much fun to brag about being broken and in recovery. Head & ears buzzing, like the phone vibrating with pleasure meant for one, but ain't nobody single in the house you live in.

You know how we got here, we lost the fear, of losing each other. Comfort makes beauty positively ugly- mind and body. That's why we change after our sure thing ends. But we still dig that pocket that kept us stuck and in the dark.

We are supposed to pull each other up and gas each other to go further.