I’m fucking flown in space, pt. 2

trails that we accidentally set on fire

that’s why the autumn leaves are brown.

the roads that looked as if they were veins

you still begged to ride our bikes down

as we heard another scale each road

I can see you’re struggling. I am too.

I’m sorry if honesty from me was wasn’t

you were prepared for. I also wasn’t ready

to hear the gravel in my voice.

guess that means we should hold hands

until one of us gains the courage to break.

but, during the winter, was your head ok?

I heard you slip so many times

every moment you tried to rescue me.

I think we both misunderstood

if I already had a life raft or not.

therefore, I could pass by the glaciers

with more ease.

how much time do you think we have left?

I see you peering at your watch.

I just thought I would make conversation,

and that was the first thing I thought

that could make you speak.

the barriers placed tells you want another.