I am staring into the setting sun as if it may swallow me whole. You have one hand on the steering wheel and the other clenched tightly around my soul. I am trying not to look at you but I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my skull. I can see each one of your cracking ribs but you kiss me until you feel full. The red lights we are speeding through become the most beautiful blurs. I wonder if each fingerprint denting my thigh imagines that I am her. I don’t think the bride in your daydreams ever wears my face. I am each lipstick smudge you left on her teeth and every hair you fucked out of place. It is easy to blow through the stop lights and signs as if it is nothing in this world to die. You lie to yourself and lie to yourself until you believe this is what makes you feel alive.
If you need someone to talk to when shit hits the fan. I could do that.
If you need someone to go on random adventures with. I could do that.
If you need someone to sit there… just to be there? While you think? I could do that.
If you need someone to hold your hand. I could do that.
If you need someone to be laid back with. I could do that.
If you’re having a shit day and just need a friend. I could do that.
If you need a hug. I could do that too.
If you need to find that one person to stand by you. To trust. To do all those things and more