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  • Writer's picturewhit
    • Aug 24, 2018
    • 1 min read

DEJA VU

We both knew this would happen

But for now I'll shrug it off

Our laughter bursts throug the smoke

that always makes me cough.


But the way you look at me

Questioning why it's so rare

Why I'm only used to

Someone pretending to care.


Oh, how I missed your hands

and how they hold me close,

wave sad goodbyes,

and yank on my clothes.

But maybe that's just how it goes.


I'm not getting my hopes up

But I'm positive you're wrong

out of who's league?

We're the same blitzkrieg.


The same trapped valley of mountains

and classes and jobs and fake dates.

But you always felt like an escape.


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