Streets

A summer I spent homeless, traveling from place to place, I met a boy who I shared a few weeks with but it meant nothing, we never even kissed. It made so much sense.. but at the same time it didn't.

We walked up and down the north side

It was notorious for gangs 

We didn't have a care for danger

It was somewhere far away

Reality, 

It seemed distant 

And I couldn't find my way. 

Our teenage minds 

Were in sync

We were walking hand in hand 

For some reason we felt nothing 

Like it was all just too astray 

We didn't have a care for danger 

Or one for temporary love 

It was this understanding 

Somewhere deep 

That our company was enough. 

We didn't speak much 

We shared a seldom glance

But there was so much going on in my mind 

That we didn't stand a chance 

We often talk of chaos 

After it comes out to play 

I could feel it all unfolding

And I knew what it would say 

It would ask me for my number

And if I would partake 

But my conscious always told me

It will all just feel the same 

Like a useless sort of empty 

A jar, with no bottom or no lid

I had so many feelings 

I just ran from, so I hid.