i look alive,

when
she describes

the reasons why
she wants
to be-

the one.. to
reveal

unspoken dreams
to me,

and she comes
alive,

when i don’t
hide

my eyes.. while
small or
shy.

while
venting,

she texted
the wrong phone,

then
back peddled,

it was kind of fun
to watch..

for awhile-
awkward laughs,

and though it
stung..

you’re always
forgiven.

skiddin’ on
death valley freeway–

top
propped,

sun glowing down
our backs–

burning in
a good
way..

or so we
say.

dropped
out..

jumped
on..

then fell
out-

still
holding on,

ride never
stops-

whether on
or not,

whether free or
caught.

stick to the
topic-

glued to a
screen

blurs true
vision

of less hectic
scenes,

pick the best
option-

let others
down,

how are thoughts
heard so
loud..

without making
a sound?