Speed Makes a Disconnect, and Makes me small.
I was so incredibly jealous
that you were so fast
you were yourself
so angry was my frustration
being at the stoplight on my bike next to you
thought i'd get a head start by breaking the law and going through the red
but there was no way anyway and I knew it
you looked at me through your helmet visor and jetted off
so fucking fast
like I had no idea you could go that fast.
Before I blinked
before I had time to make a word you were gone around the corner and I was left in the middle of the street
on my bike
pedeling is
the road is long
why can't I go that fast?
Why don't I have a motorcycle?
If I did it would just be me and the night
and i'd leave you behind.
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