the distance we walked to find ourselves was not enough.

we sit in dark alleys and burn butts down to the nub in hopes 

of burning our fingers and 

we wait in parked cars outside houses for thirty 

minutes, silence, before going in. 

there was never any hope. 

we tried to fool them but we had nothing to begin with. 

if you're born broken can you ever be fixed?

   i honestly don't know anymore.