Sh*t, I'm wild about youMature

I don't know how
to slow down
just how to speed up
Always going way too fast
calling neon lights home
effervescent liberation
hardly trusting my mouth
let alone the wisps of smoke
vacating my lungs
letting my system corrupt
in tidal waves
of quiet desperation
decisions made in hazy places
words spilled in tumultuous fashion
caught in daydreams
and silent blushing
stuttering apologies
of irresponsible truths
into reckless abandon
trying not to chase
to slow down
because god,
I'm going too fast
and I'm scared
I might miss you
and that's a regret
I don't want to have

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