Freedom

Some song plays softly through the radio while you drum along with it

Against the dip in my waist

I was tongue tied for you with what tongue I had left.

Late night walks, we paint the town red

Pullin' my hair back swinging in for a big kiss

Like I kissed you goodbye that day in April,

one last night together we never left the town the same

Now those days seem so far away

No longer a house on fire. Just water, and a smoking match

I found comfort in another, your opposite really

while you're open and endless, all I feel is cold walls

Cold toes under blankets replaced frosty noses gazing at the stars

A voice hoarse from disuse instead of screaming at the top of our lungs going downhill

I found comfort in confinement, but I still search for you.

I found you once again but the aftermath left me no tongue to speak

Why do I keep searching for childish dreams meant to tug at the heartstrings?

Why do I keep yearning for those tantalizing tales that make me want to drop everything to follow you again?

Maybe I'll forget you, like the fireworks we shot off on that hill.

I know I'll forget you, maybe then I'll be happy again.

Author's Note

Golly gee just another angsty piece of garbage from that weird kid on the internet.