be a riot

Dreaming

…

I drive better at night

when there’s nowhere to go and

all the stores are neon “closed”

signs and everyone is buried

under blankets and late night

phone conversations

and black and blue marks

and knocking on your door at

midnight just aren’t priorities

anymore

and I wanted to be taller so I

could reach your mouth

so I wore my mother’s heels and the

cracks in the pavement

swallowed my shoes

and I was just bleeding knees and

ankles smashed against the empty

parking lot

and I missed your call and when I

called you back your voicemail knocked

my teeth out

and I thought you were in love with me

and you thought I was a good kisser

and sort of pretty if you thought about it

they will never play my favorite song on the radio

and I’ll probably never find my name on a

keychain in a souvenir shop

and I’ll probably never be all the things you need