A post

we try so hard. waiting for your understanding. we fall so low. waiting for your smile. i loved you. that i did. with everything in my heart. but the engines been running. and you havent been driving. we could've traveled the distance. left tire tracks. but instead. you left the engine running. and now's the fuel's running empty. and the only tracks made are from ants, traveling across the dusty dashboard. the only distance traveled. is by me. from going around your heart in circles. trying to get in. from going from your heart one last time. and ending back into my own.