You and I drove 85
On a road that read 40
Miles per hour.
We were racing to see
Who would be the first
To die.

To celebrate my birthday,
We tested the limits of our livers
And the patience of our parents.

I stopped watching Peter Pan
When I turned ten,
Because I was the one who deserved
To fly.

I fell in love with a boy
Who treated me
Worse than I treated myself.

The first time I smoked a cigarette,
I coughed.

You held my hand in the mall
And told me that everything was okay
Even though we both knew it never would be.

I cried in school more often than I cried at home.

Work was a haven
And home was hell.
We were paid $4
To escape for an hour.

On the weekends,
I packed a bag,
And spent days
On the train.

The sky gave us
Endless possibilities
And imaginative infinities
That we got lost in
For hours on end.

We spent our youth,
Mending the broken wings of butterflies
And filling the ocean with our tears.
We apologized too much and fell in love too fast,
But nothing ever felt like enough.