when the world ends i want to hold your hand and watch the last sunrise with you , east coast dawn breaks like hearts and the atlantic that smells like it always has. read my palms and my lips and the stories they tell. the only thing thats keeping you unhappy is the belief that you’re all alone.
maybe when we’re still sober, we’ll still love each other.
and the overt implications of innocent questions i pose: “are you tied down here” ? i preface it with “well, i’m on my way out ” . i had this long talk about our quarter-life discontent with, well, just somebody that i used to know. i was looking for my past and i found a chance at a future. i wait in airports, on trains, kept together cause well. ...