Walking
Well, I waited around here long enough -
what I need now is a way out.
So tell me, stranger, which way are you headed?
Anywhere’s fine,
can’t say there’s anywhere I want to go.
I never wanted to be where I’ve been.
(Never wanted to be here without him.)
Just lend me a hand,
and give me one last look around.
Lend me a cig and a match
and I’ll burn this city down,
while I blacken my lungs.
I swear I won’t look back.
Everyone is an old soul
with a new heart. Nothing,
says loneliness like desperation
or asphyxiation. And this city’s
buildings, have been watching
for too long. Too many wasted,
afternoons with empty windows
at my back and cracked lines
along my shoelaces.
And the smoke from your lungs
can’t hang long enough, to cloud
my eyes, the way I really want.
If it all disappeared tomorrow,
tears would not stain my cheeks
or find my body between the sheets.
We would be gone.
Waiting somewhere for other strangers.
Collaboration with mercenarysexuality. Her words in italics.
