She has a car now; she doesn't care. Used doesn't even tip the iceberg at all, nevermind rocking it. Another blonde with alterior motives, no desire other than a mode of transportation. We drove far away, but then we came back, even though this town doesn't feel mine. I don't care either. I shouldn't. I'm not that desperate. Oh no, oh god, I am. ********.
She dances in the puddles my mind collects, enjoying the storm she herself sparked, like the very electricity that lights the sky, and her cuffs don't even dampen. It's as though she's unaffected by the torrent she unleashed, painting those memories over the same tattered canvas only to watch it all blur together as it drips into the ocean of emotional bullshit I can no longer stand to view, calm sky or not. Set in the west. Set anywhere already, Sunshine. Just set, and leave me to my rain sprinkled night.
Vale_Greyscale · Sat Jun 18, 2011 @ 11:12pm · 0 Comments |