words and shit

I remember the fire, how it made the world small, how the smoke curled over us like a secret. You with that guitar, your voice breaking somewhere between “Thunder Road”…

I remember the way she looks at me when she knows she’s about to lose control, like she’s standing at the edge of a burning building and I’m the fire…

I told you I wasn’t here to be gentle.You laughed — that low, wicked laugh —and told me to prove it.So I did. I drag you in by the wrist,press…

the streetlights hum low tonight, like they know something i don’t,i watch the smoke curl out of someone else’s windowand i think about how quiet it will bewhen someone i…