Empire! Empire! How To Make Love Stay
city lights graced interstates, the way you move your
hands through your hair when you feel alone. remember the
flowers you picked when we crossed over madison? you were
so sure you found yourself that you branded it into an
oak- the one you swore reached through the sky and
swallowed the city line. you had yet to hit twenty-three
(an age that would swallow you).
then, every breath made you confess you did not know what
to do with your hands. this is a new side of you- so full
of fear.
