In Texas, I was a mess, traveling down I-20 to escape the excess stress.
That night I only wanted to be embraced ever so tightly in your arms, while we slow dance like we weren’t collapsing, like our levies wasn’t flooding us with insecurities.
Shattering from screwed trust, ignored sorrows shadowed by a ton of broken commandments we made to each others hearts.
A little too irrational, a little too distant.
If you wanted me over the edge, all you had to do is push, not ambush me into love.